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Where Do Poems Come From? Prado and Whipple Respond!

Human Rights I know God lives in me as in no other house. I am his countryside, His alchemical vessel, and, to his joy, His two eyes. But this handwriting is mine. Adelia Prado (1935 – ) trans. by Ellen Dore Watson from Ex-Voto, Tupelo Press, 2013 My Art My art is not the least […]

Happy Surprise! Recovering Words’ Favorite Honoured at 2014 Griffin Poetry Awards

  DAY The hens, startled, open their beaks and freeze in that style, immobile —I was going to say immoral— their mandibles and ruddy crests, only the arteries pulsing in their necks. A woman spooked by sex: but liking it much. POEM BEGUN AT THE END A body wants another body. A soul wants another […]

An Alphabet of Poets – P is for Prado

Seduction Poetry catches me with her toothed wheel and forces me to listen, stock still, to her extravagant discourse. Poetry embraces me behind the garden wall, she picks up her skirt and lets me see, loving and loony. Bad things happen, I tell her, I, too, am a child of God, allow me my despair. […]