Poetry
This is Thin Air Online’s Archive of pieces that are classified as poetry, both long form and short.
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Two Poems by Yuan Changming
Anagrammed Variations of the American Dream A ram cairned meIn a crammed era [where]Cameramen raid A dire cameraman [or]Arid cameramen [Becoming] A creamed airman [or]A carmine dreamA minced ram ear[a] maniac rearmed As freedom turns into a dorm feeDemocracy to a car comedy, andHuman rights to harming huts Abracadabra This [bread] is no other than…
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El Norte by G. Timothy Gordon
El Norte They’re not supposed to be this far north over the line, a space between dreams, past shuttered pecan farms, clapboard fraidy holes barred against wind, last green Sinclair DINO filling-station sign, Homeland Security razorwire, Paseo del Norte footbridge, privacy gates and homestead fencing, punched-up in dust and grit among steerage weed and creosote,…
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Three Poems by Neiha Lasharie
love love love After “This Sky,” a poem from Hafez’s The Gift Hafez said this Sky where we live is no place to lose your wings he never warned against the highwaymen thieves liars old…
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in re promiscuous owl and black-hearted pussycat by Michael Chang
in re promiscuous owl and black-hearted pussycat you (the bullshit artist) (dam) nice limbs cheekbones for days / ruin my life pls hold i shot my load (can you say that in polite company) papito funhouse mirror to the soul black girls code / don’t write about nature / because one day we won’t have…
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In Praise of Bodies that Are Not Mine by Tom Bennett
In Praise of Bodies that Are Not Mine I envy the person born with a glass torso. Hard body you can see through to the stomach where promise and assurance curdle before they clot the mouth. Wouldn’t that have saved us so much time in the shower taking turns to be crash dummy and crash. Crank…
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Two Poems by Chris Abbott
HPS Who would have noticedthe black birds taking onchildlike possibility? They leapt and bouncedacross and abovethe ground their back flipoverand yonder the assault on the scaling netreimaginedbeyond… measured againstgargantuan noisesfrom deforestation cutting,stripping,shredding… all for the visibilityof aperimeter fence. My life in two four drawer filing cabinets firmly shut Com part and encased ment…
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Three Poems by Frances Koziar
Moonchild She found me, notthe other way around. Whisper-soft as butterfly wings, her feetbare on the loam, her sighthe wind on my cheek. I followed her,seeking–what, I didn’t know–askingfor something to hold ontothrough the burdenof my grief; I followedher as a childfollows a fairy,or an old womana memory, reachedthe shore of the ocean, saltfingers on…
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Three Poems by Romana Iorga
Grief Meridian The skin comes off first. All those years, when kind words weighed more than random anger. Now, we take turns opening doors to ache. Now, we forget to close them. This is the longitude of grief,the latitude of sorrow. … Twilight bleeds on white-washed walls in the kitchen. Its filaments flicker, sputter, sink…
