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"Poetry is not only dream and vision;

it is the skeleton architecture of our

lives. It lays the foundations for a

future of change, a bridge across our

fears of what has never been before." 

Audre Lorde

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On this site, you'll find weekly featured poems by contemporary poets with links to a variety of literary journals and magazines for you to explore. You'll also find contemporary poetry book recommendations with links for where to find them from independent bookstores. If you're looking for further inspiration, check out the writing prompts blog for imaginative and poetic exercises. 
 
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POEM OF THE WEEK

Weather

By Claudia Rankine

 

On a scrap of paper in the archive is written
I have forgotten my umbrella. Turns out
in a pandemic everyone, not just the philosopher,
is without. We scramble in the drought of information
held back by inside traders. Drop by drop. Face
covering? No, yes. Social distancing? Six feet
under for underlying conditions. Black.
Just us and the blues kneeling on a neck
with the full weight of a man in blue.
Eight minutes and forty-six seconds.
In extremis, I can’t breathe gives way
to asphyxiation, to giving up this world,
and then mama, called to, a call
to protest, fire, glass, say their names, say
their names, white silence equals violence,
the violence of again, a militarized police
force teargassing, bullets ricochet, and civil
unrest taking it, burning it down. Whatever
contracts keep us social compel us now
to disorder the disorder. Peace. We’re out
to repair the future. There’s an umbrella
by the door, not for yesterday but for the weather
that’s here. I say weather but I mean
a form of governing that deals out death
and names it living. I say weather but I mean
a November that won’t be held off. This time
nothing, no one forgotten. We are here for the storm
that’s storming because what’s taken matters.

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poetry itself has always been good for us, and good to us, because contemporary American poetry nourishes and enlivens and congregates and educates and in some cases even saves us the very same way poetry has always done for those with the willingness to stop speaking and listen.

~Seth Abramson