New Poets

[Angeline]

Have you read any new poets whose poems you'd like to share? Do you read poetry journals (print or online), subscribe to poetry magazines or read blogs where you spot a poem that makes you think "Wow" or "Wish I could write like that" after you read it?

New voices in poetry can be a source of inspiration and can give you a feel for what's being accepted at poetry journals now. If you read enough of them, you'll get a sense of the current trends in poetry.

Please share those poets here. They deserve our reads (you know how hard they've worked to get there), and if their poems get you thinking and writing, so much the better.

Here's a poet I just read who's published in the current issue of Poetry Magazine. This poem got a wow from me.

PS: She's from New Zeland, WSO.

Makeup
by Dora Malech


My mother does not trust
women without it.
What are they not hiding?
Renders the dead living


and the living more alive.
Everything I say sets
the clouds off blubbering
like they knew the pretty dead.


True, no mascara, no evidence.
Blue sky, blank face. Blank face,
a faithful liar, false bottom.
Sorrow, a rabbit harbored in the head.


The skin, a silly one-act, concurs.
At the carnival, each child's cheek becomes
a rainbow. God, grant me a brighter myself.
Each breath, a game called Live Forever.


I am small. Don't ask me to reconcile
one shadow with another. I admit—
paint the dead pink, it does not make
them sunrise. Paint the living blue,


it does not make them sky, or sea,
a berry, clapboard house, or dead.
God, leave us our costumes,
don't blow in our noses,


strip us to the underside of skin.
Even the earth claims color
once a year, dressed in red leaves
as the trees play Grieving.

 

[Epmd607]

Le Petite Zine

this is a free online magazine that's mostly poetry and mostly new, young poets.
http://www.lapetitezine.org/

I can't imagine someone not getting paid because people post one of their poems on a message board discussing poetry.

 

[MungoParkIII]

It is nice to see

It's nice to see the unsubstantiated accusations removed from this thread. While the internet is a wonderful place to share poetry, sadly, it is also a place for such accusations.


To get back to the original intent of this thread I repost my original offering:


I stumbled across this poet in my reading. The poems are based upon Eskimo mythology:

Learning How to Make Love

This couple couldn't figure it out.
The man licked his wife's genitals while she stared straight ahead.
The woman poked her husband's testicles with her nose.
The man put his toe in the folds of the woman's vulva.
The woman took the man's penis under her armpit.
Neither one of them wanted to be the first to admit
something was off. So it went on --
the man put his finger in his wife's navel.
The woman batted her eyelashes against the arch of her husband's foot.
They pinched each other's earlobes. They bit each other's rear ends.
To perpetrate the lie, they ended each encounter with a deep sigh.
Then one day while the husband was hunting,
a man stopped by the igloo and said to the wife:
I hear you have been having trouble.
I can show you how to make love.
He took her to bed and left before the husband came home.
Then the wife showed her husband,
careful to make it seem like the idea sprang
from both. After all these years of rubbing one's face against the other's belly
or stroking a male elbow behind a female knee,
this couple had a lot of catching up to do. They couldn't stop to eat or sleep
and grew so skinny they died. No one found them for a long time.
And by then, their two skeletons were fused into one.


Denise Duhamel from her book The Woman with Two Vaginas

A bit coarse and prosey at times, but I think the style enhances the mythological feel of it all.


MP3

 

[unpredictablebijou]

oh hell yeah

It's nice to see the unsubstantiated accusations removed from this thread. While the internet is a wonderful place to share poetry, sadly, it is also a place for such accusations.


To get back to the original intent of this thread I repost my original offering:


I stumbled across this poet in my reading. The poems are based upon Eskimo mythology:

Learning How to Make Love

This couple couldn't figure it out.
The man licked his wife's genitals while she stared straight ahead.
The woman poked her husband's testicles with her nose.
The man put his toe in the folds of the woman's vulva.
The woman took the man's penis under her armpit.
Neither one of them wanted to be the first to admit
something was off. So it went on --
the man put his finger in his wife's navel.
The woman batted her eyelashes against the arch of her husband's foot.
They pinched each other's earlobes. They bit each other's rear ends.
To perpetrate the lie, they ended each encounter with a deep sigh.
Then one day while the husband was hunting,
a man stopped by the igloo and said to the wife:
I hear you have been having trouble.
I can show you how to make love.
He took her to bed and left before the husband came home.
Then the wife showed her husband,
careful to make it seem like the idea sprang
from both. After all these years of rubbing one's face against the other's belly
or stroking a male elbow behind a female knee,
this couple had a lot of catching up to do. They couldn't stop to eat or sleep
and grew so skinny they died. No one found them for a long time.
And by then, their two skeletons were fused into one.


Denise Duhamel from her book The Woman with Two Vaginas

A bit coarse and prosey at times, but I think the style enhances the mythological feel of it all.


MP3

That is completely rockin' in every possible way. beautiful. thanks for that.
many times with lovers I've had the image of our two skeletons, found eventually, still joined. And I love the understanding that sometimes, it's the lovers outside our current established partnerships that teach us things that form our true long-term bonds.

bijou