favourite poems of october
joseph brodsky collected poems in english, 1972-1999: “the hawk’s cry in autumn”
natalie diaz it was the animals
ruth stone as real as life
muriel rukeyser the collected poems of muriel rukeyser: “käthe kollwitz”
naomi shihab nye grape leaves: a century of arab american poetry: “making a fist”
larry levis elegy: “elegy with a chimneysweep falling inside it”
emily berry arlene and esme
erika meitner copia: “yizker bukh”
aracelic girmay sister was the wolf
joshua beckham take it: “[dark mornings shown thy mask]”
dana levin you will never get death / out of your system
delmore schwartz summer knowledge: selected poems (1938-1958): “darkling summer, ominous dusk, rumorous rain”
matthew olzmann mountain dew commercial disguised as a love poem
ghazal (@dobaara) my anger and loneliness are lovers
nikki allen search party: names for my mother
ellora sutton (newborn)
emily skaja letter to s, hospital
benjamín naka-hasebe kingsley born year of the uma
hieu minh nguyen litany for the animals who run from me
brandy nālani mcdougall he mele aloha no ka niu
ai vice: new and selected poems: “cuba, 1962″
gig ryan civil twilight
troy osaki o heat we protest
nick carbó andalusian dawn: “directions to my imaginary childhood”
chen chen i’m not a religious person but
sally wen mao oculus: “anna may wong stars as cyborg #86″
srikanth reddy voyager: “book three: 19″
golden & when they come for me (reprise)
natalie scenters-zapico notes on my present: a contrapuntal
evan knoll blood makes the blade holy
jesús papolete meléndez hey yo! yo soy!: 40 years of nuyorician street poetry a bilinguial edition: “of a butterfly in el barrio or a stranger in paradise”
kofi
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There Is a Bird in My Mouth
Natalie Scenters-Zapico
I found it on your belly, and caught it
with two fingers. I kept the bird
on a little perch behind my ear.
I plucked its feathers, stuffed them
against my jaw like chewing tobacco,
and spit the black threads
into a styrofoam cup. One night
the bird died. Crushed beak, split
bone—we did it. Your heart
jealous, my body disgusted
by the taste of seed and bark—
we didn’t want the bird.
We did it over dinner,
you reached into my memory
by placing a finger
in my ear. I placed a hand
in your mouth to catch the bird
and we smashed it
together. This is simple, we did it
and spoke of it with ease. Through
the memory, we killed
the bird that was never ours.
Now we’ve become
bird butchers, you say
and throw the bird’s limp body
in the trash. I reach to clasp
your face, but have lost
both my hands. Each finger
disappeared into your pupils,
our little black cruxes.
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What I read in 2023
2023
Either/Or- Elif Batuman
Arcadia- Lauren Groff
The Buddha in the Attic- Julie Otsuka
Monsters- Claire Dederer
Also a Poet: My father, Frank O’Hara and me- Ada Calhoun
Bodywork- Melissa Febos
Vanishing Fleece- Clara Parkes
The Idiot- Elif Batuman
Syllabus- Lynda Barry
The Women’s House of Detention- Hugh Ryan
Saving Time- Jenny Odell
Sag Harbor- Colson Whitehead (re-read, very happily)
All Night Pharmacy- Ruth Madievsky
Moby Dick- Herman Melville
Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow- Gabrielle Zevin
Mare’s Nest- Holly Mitchell
Lima :: Limón- Natalie Scenters-Zapico
Heliopause- Heather Christle
The Changeling- Victor LaValle
The Secret History- Donna Tartt
Punks: New and Selected Poems- John Keene
Eyes Bottle Dark with a Mouthful of Flowers- Jake Skeets
Togetherness- Wo Chan
Soundmachine- Rachel Zucker
Superdoom- Melissa Broder
Philomath- Devon Walker-Figueroa
Exiles of Eden- Ladan Osman
NSFW- Isabel Kaplan
Junk- Tommy Pico
Draw Me After- Peter Cole
O- Zeina Hashem Beck
The Interestings- Meg Wolitzer
Civil Service- Claire Schwartz
My Education- Susan Choi
Without Protection- Gala Mukomolova
Mothman Apologia- Robert Wood Lynn
A Nail the Evening Hangs On- Monica Sok
The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On- Franny Choi
Space Struck- Paige Lewis
The Underground Railroad- Colson Whitehead
Bliss Montage- Ling Ma
Our Spoons Came from Woolworths- Barbara Comyns
Garments Against Women- Anne Boyer
Don’t Let Me Be Lonely- Claudia Rankine (reread)
Present Tense Machine- Gunnhild Øyehaung, tr. Sophie Hughes
Celestia- Manuele Fior, tr. Jamie Richards
Night Bus- Zuo Ma, tr. Orion Martin
Nightbitch- Rachel Yoder
Boundless- Jillian Tamaki
Your black friend and other strangers- Ben Passmore
Library of Small Catastrophes- Alison C. Rollins
Nerd: Adventures in fandom from this universe to the multiverse- Maya Phillips
Desperate Characters- Paula Fox
The Bird King- G. Willow Wilson
Alienation- Inés Estrada
The Anti-Racist Writing Workshop- Felicia Rose Chavez
The Year of Blue Water- Yanyi
Pale Colors in a Dark Field- Carl Phillips
I Remember- Joe Brainard
Manywhere- Morgan Thomas
Obit- Victoria Chang
Memorial- Brian Washington
Girlhood- Melissa Febos
Hot and Bothered: what no one tells you about menopause- Jancee Dunn
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Natalie Scenters-Zapico in a letter to Dana Levin
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I bled until my body felt familiar and foreign,
like the country the boy had taken me to—
an open wound I would desire all my life.
Natalie Scenters-Zapico in “The Verging Cities”
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I'd rather stay in bed wearing fur, watching
documentaries about Dior.
Natalie Scenters-Zapico / My Gift
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Angelica Alzona’s illustration for Dan Chiasson’s review of the poetry of Natalie Scenters-Zapico in this week’s New Yorker magazine.
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Lima-Limón:: Infancia - Natalie Scenters-Zapico
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#ICYMI The 2018 Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Poetry Fellows have a special folio in the December 2018 issue of Poetry! Exciting new work from Safia Elhillo, Hieu Minh Nguyen, sam sax, Natalie Scenters-Zapico, and Paul Tran is available in the print and digital issues, as well as on our website.
[image: A brightly-colored illustration of the five 2018 Fellos around a table, all looking at the viewer or out of the frame. They appear to be very high up, as blue skies and clouds can be seen through large windows behind them. There are several flowers and green plants in the scene, as well as books, bottles, and a candelabra. They appear to be in a modern apartment.]
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“Paper Cuts” - Natalie Scenters-Zapico
While crossing the river of shorn paper,
I forget my name. My body,
a please leave. I want a patron saint
that will hush the dog growling
at trimmed hedges it sees in the night.
I want the world to be without language,
but write my thoughts down just in case.
Send help, the dog’s growling
won’t let me sleep. I haven’t slept in days.
I am looking for a patron saint, but none
will let me pray for guidance. There is a buzz
in my right ear that never goes away, no matter
how hard I hit the side of my head
for loose change. Most mornings I wonder
who I can pray to that will make sure I never
have to survive waking again. Most nights
I forget to pray the rosary, though I sleep with it
by the bed. I’ve never owned a TV because
I’ll replay this conversation in my head.
My dead lovers are hungry in the kitchen,
so I fix them food they cannot eat. I make toast
of vellum paper, fry an egg made of crepe.
I only want a patron saint to protect me.
I only want someone else to bleed.
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Mi Libro Gore~ Natalie Scenters-Zapico
Inside: missing flyers the size of my palm. Like a clone searching for her original, I paste the negative of each girl’s face in a blank book.
Y o u a r e n o t y o u r d e a t h.
Y ¿How long has she been dead? Y
o ¿Donde están sus dientes? o
u ¿Do you recognize her shoes? u
¿Tienes la misma camisa?
a ¿Missing, for how long? a
r ¿Tiene hijos? r
e ¿Was she a prostitute? e
¿Vive en Anapra?
n ¿Why cut under each breast? n
o ¿Esta ropa no le vale? o
t ¿Will you get the rape kit? t
¿De donde vienen tantas moscas?
t ¿Rocks in the vaginal cavity? h
h ¿Mordidas por los oidos? e
i ¿More hair 300 ft. away? r
s ¿Una barra en la boca?
¿Puta written in blood?
d ¿Por sus piernas? d
e ¿Whose daughter? e
a ¿De quien es mujer? a
t ¿De donde son estas esposas? t
h ¿How should I bag her body? h
Y o u a r e n o t d e a d.
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Bennington Writers Reading Series
Critically acclaimed, award-winning authors and faculty of the Bennington College Writing Seminars will offer an evening reading series during the MFA program's winter residency—Thursday, January 3 through Friday, January 11, 2019.
If you are in the area of North Bennington, please come! Or tune into our live stream on Friday, January 4.
SCHEDULE:
Douglas Bauer and Carmen Gimenez Smith 7PM on THURSDAY, JAN 3
Jenny Boully and David Gates 7PM - Live Stream on Facebook on FRIDAY, JAN 4
Benjamin Anastas and Lynne Sharon Schwartz 7PM on SATURDAY, JAN 5
Deirdre McNamer and Natalie Scenters-Zapico 7PM on SUNDAY, JAN 6
Jill McCorkle and Clifford Thompson 7 PM — followed by Alumni Fellows J. Mae Barizo, Hannah Howard, and Erin Kate Ryan 8 PM on MONDAY, JAN 7
Derek Palacio and Craig Morgan Teicher 7 PM on WEDNESDAY, JAN 9
Sarah Messer and Alice Mattison 7:30 PM on THURSDAY, JAN 10
Garth Greenwell and Mark Wunderlich 7 PM on FRIDAY, JAN 11
Tishman Lectur Hall
Bennington College
One College Drive
Bennington, VT 05201-6003
802-442-5401
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HUMAN LONELINESS before an insufficient god.
“I only want a patron saint to protect me. / I only want someone else to bleed.”
⁃ Natalie Scenters-Zapico, from “Paper Cuts,”
“The failures of powerful invisible protectors—be they saints or gods—could and should be punished.”
⁃ Robert Bartlett, Why Can the Dead Do Such Great Things? Saints and Worshippers from the Martyrs to the Reformation
JUDAS: Why … didn’t you make me good enough … so that you could’ve loved me?
⁃ Stephen Adly Guirgis, The Last Days of Judas Iscariot
“At the trial of God, we will ask: why did you allow all this? / And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?”
⁃ Ilya Kaminsky, deaf republic
Milton’s Devil as a moral being is as far superior to his God, as one who perseveres in some purpose which he has conceived to be excellent in spite of adversity and torture, is to one who in the cold security of undoubted triumph inflicts the most horrible revenge upon his enemy, not from any mistaken notion of inducing him to repent of a perseverance in enmity, but with the alleged design of exasperating him to deserve new torments.
⁃ Percy Bysshe Shelley, A Defence of Poetry
“If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.”
⁃ Unknown jewish prisoner, on the walls of the jails of Mauthausen concentration camp
Pope Francis alone and under the rain in St. Peter's Square delivering an extraordinary ''Urbi et Orbi'' (to the city and the world) blessing - normally given only at Christmas and Easter -, as a response to the global coronavirus disease (COVID-19) pandemic, at the Vatican, March 27, 2020.
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You are the twin
I swallowed lost within
a mother’s womb. I thought
you’d died, but look how deep
you fell inside me. A ball
of teeth and hair nestled
in my throat.
Natalie Scenters-Zapico in “The Verging Cities”
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I only want a patron saint to protect me. / I only want someone else to bleed.
Natalie Scenters-Zapico, from “Paper Cuts,” published in Poem-a-Day
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Prompt #8 from the voice ask meme - read a page from a book.
This poem is from The Verging Cities by Natalie Scenters-Zapico which is a beautiful book of poems that explore immigration and US/Mexico border between El Paso and Ciudad Juarez and many topics surrounding those. I am not a poetry reader, but this book is gorgeous. I highly recommend it.
Voice ask meme can be found here!
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