A poem for January 1 2020:
Peg Duthie's "By Way of Sorrow"
Published almost a decade ago in Strange Horizons. http://strangehorizons.com/poetry/by-way-of-sorrow/
For January 2 2020, I'm reading R.B. Lemberg's "archival testimony fragments / minersong", published by Uncanny in 2015
You can hear the poem read on the Uncanny Magazine's podcast, episode 4 at 26m16s.
For January 3 2020, I'm reading Amal El-Mohtar's poem "This Talk of Poems", published in Mythic Delirium in 2013.
It's quite haunting to think of poetry as vengeful... Don't ask your lovers to write you poems.
For January 4 2020, I'm reading S.R. Mandel's poem titled "On the Return" published by Eye to the Telescope in 2013.
The link itself has many other poems from Issue 8 of the journal. So enjoy the others as well.
It's January 5 2020 and I'm reading F.J. Bergmann's "Household Gods" from 2001.
and I'm thinking of who watches over my home when I'm not, or when I'm home and unawares.
For January 6 2020, I'm reading Emily Jiang's "Merciful Deity" published in Stone Telling in 2012.
It's reminding me that I should finally get to reading The Journey to the West. Something I've delayed since high school.
It's January 7 2020 and it's a longish poem I'm reading today by C.S.E. Cooney published in Goblin Fruit in 2010 titled "The Sea King's Second Bride"
On the 8th of January, I'm reading this stunningly beautiful poem titled "Epiphyte" by Shweta Narayan from 2011.
I'm thinking of this verse specifically: "Listen: banyans strangle their hosts."
Today is 9 January 2020, and I chose this beautiful poem by S. Qiouyi Lu's "Parallax" published in the last issue of Inkscrawl in 2016. Read the rest of the poems in that issue too.
I'm thinking of the arc of that e at the end of the poem.
It's a rainy Friday, 10th of January. Today I'm reading Lynette Mejía's "Changeling".
And I'm thinking of the silence in the poem. Maybe I'll think of it for the rest of the day.
It's 11th day of the year. And my eleventh reading: I'm reading Malka Older's poem "Inside" from the No Walls issue of Rogue Agent in 2017.
What damage have walls done to your ability to live?
It's January 12, and today's poem is Toby MacNutt's "Batholith".
The poem reminds me of discussions I had many years ago where we thought of the body as porous and what it does to intimacy and relations. I'd like to think the same of planetary crusts.
The poem for 13 January is Nicole Kornher-Stace's poem "All the Daughters of this House" from 2008.
I'm enthralled by how Lily wants to be the bluestocking of the house in part II of the poem.
On the 14th of January, I'm reading Bogi Takács's #poem "Seven Handy Ideas for Algorithmic Shapeshifting," published in Glittership in 2018.
I like the handy idea of shapeshifting as a mangled political statement, and the one to satisfy extreme curiosity.
It's the evening of January 15 2020. Today's #poem is "Shag" by Folly Blaine.
How would you escape the angry carpet you just hooked up on? I'm not sure I can escape this kinda stuff, I'll probably be the one pushed towards it.
It's 18 January, the #poem today is C.S. MacCath's "Sol Prayer: by the Oracle duality Chang Shen / Song of the Star Cradle"
It's a beautifully written piece of #poetry, in shape (the middle line is the longest: 21 words) and in form. What would a prayer for fusion look like?
It's pretty late in the evening of the 19th of January, and I sat down to read M.J. Cunniff's "The Widow and the Wave".
#Poems about grief are always intense.
It's Day 20 of 2020, I'm reading Anuel Rodriguez's #poem "Amalgamation" in Abyss & Apex, and you should too:
There's something surreal about seeing yourself become someone, this one takes it a step further: seeing yourself become as you are becoming a biological being.
It's January 21, I'm reading "Deaths Must Be Reported" by R. Mac Jones.
I'm going to spend the rest of the evening thinking of the skin's relationship to the undertakers.
It's January 22, and I'm reading Hal Y. Zhang's #poem "sky king toast"
Creation poems that begin with an egg are fascinating. Lovelier are ones that use the egg as a way to talk about food and taste.
For January 23, I'm reading Lynne Sargent's "Call to Action in Translation"
It's nice to see a piece that makes explicit the problems in tropes from stories we read and wonder if they could've been written differently/better. It seems apt today, given the recent infamy gained by a writer who wrote quite terribly.
It's January 24, 2020, and I'm reading Oke Mbachu's "Poem gains self-confidence, doesn't bite stardust".
Earlier today I read that Betelgeuse might(-unlikely) go #supernova this week, and I stumbled on this #poem by accident, after a couple of clicks on a Astropoetica's archives. And here's this line that stood out:
"Has the word Betelgeuse
been used in a poem before?"
It's the 25th day of the year, and I'm reading Bruce Boston & Robert Frazier's "Return to the Mutant Rain Forest"
The poem won an award in 1988. It's a fairly interesting #poem, it clearly carries the "mutant" anxiety that seemed common in a lot of US 80s pop culture.
It's January 26, and I'm reading Armand J. Azamar's #poem "A Siren for the Modern Times"
I appreciate how this poem works on the sense of repeatedness of mental health troubles, of going back to the same shores we shipwrecked ourselves on.
On January 27 I read Latonya Pennington's "I Need a Spell"
The second to last stanza is just lovely:
is the impossible
then may my imagination
be written in verse."
link to a poem about aliens murdering our lovers
It's January 28, and I'm reading Weston Richey's "Disembowelled #Sonnet for Telling Your Crush You Like Him in the Waning Hours of the Party"
http://strangehorizons.com/poetry/disemboweled-sonnet-for-telling-your-crush-you-like-him-in-the-waning-hours-of-the-party/ (there's also an audio version of in the Strange Horizons podcast)
For a second I imagined the angry teenage rage of dealing with the aftermath of an alien invasion attacking a house party and murdering my crush.
January 29, and I'm reading Jade Homa's #poem "Frankenstein's Monster"
This poem is just lovely, and a good cap for the series of #frankenstein stories that I've read in the past year.
It's January 30, and I'm reading "Aubade: King Under the Mountain" by Tristan Beiter
http://www.glittership.com/2019/06/17/episode-74-best-for-baby-by-rivqa-rafael/ (in the Glittership podcast Episode 74)
I'm thinking of the all the many generations of trolls across hundreds of years.
For the 31st day of 2020, I'm reading Brandon O'Brien's "The Lagahoo Speaks for Itself"
This two lines gave me goosebumps:
"you think I is the monster?
I don’t eat my young."
Something intense about being judged by what we fear and deem a monstrosity.
FYI, Brandon's a poet tooting here in Wandering.shop at @therisingtithes.
It's Day 32 of 2020. And I read Millie Ho's #poem "3D-Printed Brother"
Parental regrets fascinate me, because I'm not a parent, so this stanza made me go "HOLY SHIT":
"When I visit Ma and she pours me tea,
she sometimes apologizes, still, for having had
to print me a brother that one time."
I'm told today is 33rd day of the year, with 333 days ahead of us in 2020. Idk. But it's another poem reading day. Michelle Muenzler's #poem "The Dissolution of Icarus, or Julia Child’s Favorite Roast Chicken Recipe"
Who knew we could find a recipe for Icarus flying too close to the sun.
It's February 3, 2020, and I'm reading Tracy K. Smith's #poem "My God, It's Full of Stars"
I'm thinking about this line:
"Maybe it’s more like life below the sea: silent, / Buoyant, bizarrely benign. Relics"
I'd like more #scifi with more moments that feel bizarrely benign.
Today is the 5th of February, and I'm happy I'm reading Susannah Mandel's "On Disposing of Mice"
This stanza in the poem really is quite something:
should have a book of simple "how-to" charms
about the library. There's nothing like
the quiet triumph of a banishing
prepared at home; what's more, it's budget-wise.
The Internet's another great resource
for classic formulas (but *emptor
caveat!* Do vet your sources. We've all heard
some shocking tales.)"
On the 6th of Feb, I'm reading Annika Barranti Klein's #poem "Skyscraper"
I'm thinking of how timely it is for me to read this line in the city I'm currently living in, and what a beautiful world it would be to have this:
"and everywhere else would be / parks." I want more parks.
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