God Bless America, from the first to the last lines, this poem is the tits. I recently discovered Ali’s work & I am totally fangirling over it. Hungry for more? Start here & then visit her site.
I physically felt every single line in this poem. Every one of my sensory channels, pushed. Parts of my body, touched. The pit of my stomach, stewing with a strange, unable-to-put-my-finger-on sense of nostalgia. Local Love: Erin lives in Lancaster. I lived in Lancaster for a bit before I moved back to the west side of Pennsylvania. Bonus! You get to hear her read it. Need more from Erin? Visit her site!
Viscerally dark & surreal, I live for the urgency found in this poem. Some of Marcelo’s work has a Siken-esque feel to it & I’m beyond thrilled about that because I am always hunting for work that makes me feel like I may just have a panic attack while reading it. Need more? Check out these poems!
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