Our next issue will be out in August so send us your ripened poems and short pieces.
I do not write for performance, nor do I know much about the slam poetry scene. This reading overwhelmed me.
This excerpt from Fred Moten's poetry book, The Feel Trio, popped up on my Tumblr last week, and I felt something I have never felt before while reading poetry (mainly, shivers and something indefinable up my spine):
we study partial folds in them alpine jukes, bent, bow-tongued stick
and move and mahagonnic rupture in september, in alabama, throat
sung to the kabaret’s general steppe and fade. out here you breathe
they breath, this bridge is just, this bridge is just a pile of bones this
load be breathing, this alpine rasp in this dry bridge just be weaving.
- Fred Moten
There is a review written by LP contributor, Patrick James Dunagan, of The Feel Trio over at The Rumpus (click through to buy it immediately as I wish I could!). xo
You can download it here or read it online.
Jeff and Jamie love poetry. We love Apocalypticism, dioramas, and mysticism. Send us your work.