Angie took another sip of beer before replying. “You have to understand, I haven’t even seen Emily in, like, a year. And I didn’t know her that well. She was … always really nice. As in, polite. Not high-maintenance: she was a vegetarian, but one time there was … view
Uncle Tim’s gristle and backwash beer bottles are next to a plate of oranges.
Glasses of leftover Kool-Aid on the coffee table,
and cloth napkins stained with regurgitated s’mores.
The air is a hot mayonnaise shower.
I sit on a vinyl armchair;
I … view
I know where my food comes from —
I can trace its components
back to the amino acids,
to the make
and the model
and the manufacturer,
back to the creators and the contributors —
and I can reference every license,
Atlanta Poets Group
anus mirabilis (excerpt from “arse poetica”)
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anus mirabilis-arse poetica excerpt
the gash poor of really sick
This, then it be the disgrunt or ornamented Dis gust,
it’s a wind for starve a shun, partially
skin-tucked … view
It was a campaign like no other,
it was a campaign like all others,
to win the marvel of my grandmother,
during an easy, sultry summer.
My mother stood, watching this five year old
run down the limestone-paved Ash Street
into his Nonny’s … view
Stinging nettles: Urtica dioica
The first time we met was in a damp, shady patch surrounded by makeshift chicken-wire fencing, formerly a goat pen, now a veritable wild salad bar. Having been formally introduced by a friend, an ethnobotanist, and the steward of this parcel of land in North Central … view
Since 1997, the Atlanta Poets Group has been a shifting yet recurrent heterogeneous grouping of both (split)individual and collaboramerged semi-intentional language workers operating under the sign of poetry. Committed to perpetrating disjunctive and disruptive linguistic practices, the APG meets in salon-like fashion on Wednesday evenings and gives semi-regular public performances … view