Articles by Poetry Editor

Poems curated by FORTH poetry editors.


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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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Burn Us: Poetry by Sonia Greenfield

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They had to use fire extinguishers to put them out. They were carbonized. — Abdul Hamid   It is not man’s red flower as Kipling claimed. We’ve just hooked our harnesses to it. It is not flora, but fauna, the omnivore that will eat anything. We cage it in our grills, let it graze in…

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To Become Pure: Poetry by Kaila Allison

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They once were doves: emblems of peace, coiffed like kings, dressed in the white of popes.   Once composed of bones elastic, weightless in ancestral winds, bearing love notes or victories from overseas.   They would fly for miles and once tired they could only drink holy water, all else was tainted by desire.   They…

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Getting Clean: Poetry by Diana Raab

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Today I did something maybe I should not have done in a place where I should not have done it.   It was one of those awkward moments when you visited me in a place you should not have been,   you brought coffee and a pastry we made quick passionate love, you held me…

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Let Me In: Poetry by Devan Burton

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Weren’t we lovers once? The couple who laughed at tired jokes. Braved the ice-glazed roads for refried beans. And sat in an empty campus parking lot waiting for answers. I never judged your idiosyncratic breath asked you to wash the dishes or sit through my revisions. You wanted to heal the heart one hypothesis at…

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