Articles by Poetry Editor

Poems curated by FORTH poetry editors.


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Look to the sky: Poetry by Frank Possemato

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Look to the sky the enormous sadness that connects every star and keeps them distant touches even the luckiest life   Turn onto your cooler arm there of course wandering surrounded by the world for the first time with everyone who made you invisibly near and it all makes intuitive, heartbeat sense somewhere ahead of…

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Delicate Things: Poetry by Nicole Basta

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  Nicole V. Basta is the co-founder of the Brooklyn-based art collective/performance night Say Yes and the winner of the New School’s annual chapbook contest for V due out this fall. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming  in Compose, The Gravity of The Thing, Public Pool, Juked, Canary, Blunderbuss, The Underground, and others. She was an artist in residence at the magical Art…

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The Comfort of Habit: Poetry by Hiram Larew

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  What a comfort history is, And habits as well Especially evening habits – They’re both evergreen blankets.   And love seems like snowing, Love seems to drift.   The weather can be topsy turvy. Our neighbors will come and go. Today’s cares may jump the fence. But history and habits are A balm overall…

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Surprise Me: Poetry by Mathieu Cailler

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Things That Trouble Me:   Just a few things that trouble me: dentists, middle seats, men who wear flip flops out to dinner, heights, lawyers with ponytails, funny pilots, people who say “I’m not racist but…”, Lucille Ball’s face, cookies with raisins, folks who wear more than one scarf, patrons who say “surprise me” to…

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A Maze of Color: Poetry by Michael Caylo-Baradi

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  We own the rocks and walls near Hansen Dam, where we tell stories with our hands, as though descendants from the void, dispersed from sands where hieroglyphics mythicize the minds of men.   We get there like a pack of wolves, beyond the grasses and the trees spreading silhouettes between the midnights of our…

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Fossils of Nature: Poetry by Jamie O’Connell

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Winter eternal   polar bear hearts wrapped in wires   fish scales collide   stranded ships veer towards the moon’s mouth   seagulls cough the wind’s heartbeats   frothy mind spread over cerulean seas   ice drips out of our mouths   we are the shells we found, carcasses of narwhals Even mountains pass away…

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