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Poems curated by FORTH poetry editors.


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Too Much to Lose: Poetry by Aaron White

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I didn’t choose to be a dad   I plead to those snared by the rain when the sky’s foaming at its mouth, remember a woman from Monee, twenty-something, a student who smothered her baby and stuck him in a backpack instead of her books.     Myopic   Cramped couch. I count the minutes…

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To Eat One’s Fill Of Love: Poetry by John Grey

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ROOT CELLAR, NEW ENGLAND, 1832   Short, fat, purple gray beets, cabbage hanging from the ceiling, potatoes spotted brown like an old man’s head, round onions, their sting packed hard. pale-skinned squash, some jolly parsnips like Christmas bells, and carrots buried in a crate of sand to thwart the claws of rats.   She sits…

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Lost and Found: Poetry by Miguel Aldaco

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Monsanto sounds like that South American city— Anacondas and in duffels tumble torsos— spelled out in drain pipes, sieve up the sewer system. Out with the bath water go the archipelagos and a lot more you care not to know.   You imagine it’s a place where you speak in helium to the dictator, while…

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Bones of Our Face: Poetry by Jaya Loharuka

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Just cold, sharp, callous, hollow things, But you animate them     (not unlike the way you stir me) Into a smile, A curve so gentle, Each layer of brilliant white fits Together Like us?     (I’m a cold, sharp, callous, hollow) no?(thing) Jaya Loharuka is an English major at UCLA.   Image: Renee Leigh Stephenson

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Becoming Captive: Poetry by Max Kapur

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Supine With what words can I denote you   that become you as my captive you,   my object you who awaits semantic prescription?   You are my semiote and I your flailing semaphore:   I want you to be what dust mote I touch when I reach for wood;   With what waters can…

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Remnants of Those Gone: Poetry by Matthew Laverty

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In the parlor there was nothing left: small toys, silverware, Polaroids that told us curiously how a family once lived.   The floor caked in mud from our shoes neared collapse under innocence of adolescents. The crunch of wood dispersed us, termites   throughout the house. Spray paint on walls too fresh to smell mold…

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