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I get it, you don’t read poetry. It was never for you. You just can’t get into it. Teachers and professors assigned you poems that were beautiful but unrelatable. The last time you picked up a poem was when you had to read it out loud a few times before class or before you picked it apart for an essay.
Have you tried picking it up since? Have you watched a slam or spoken word poet on stage? Discovered and written found poetry? Read a novel-in-verse?
If not, you can’t say you “don’t read poetry” and never will. It’s not fair to the medium, and it’s not fair to you as a reader. And since it’s National Poetry Month, there’s no better time than to give poetry a chance. Trust me. You’ll find lines, maybe even whole poems, that will take your breath away. A line will burrow its way into your soul because somehow, it’s like it was written just for you. You won’t regret it. And I’ve got a few ideas on where to start!
The general chaos of 2020 made it easy to miss the release of new books, movies, and other works. This is especially due to the fact that any promotional events, like in-person readings or premieres, were canceled, or simply became lost in the shuffle. To make up for it,
Pittsburgh City Paper is highlighting three new(ish) collections by local poets, all of which were released in 2020.
The History of Our Vagrancies, Jason Irwin (Main Street Rag) Jason Irwin delivers his third collection of deeply personal, evocative poetry with
The History of Our Vagrancies. Released on July 24, 2020, the book demonstrates Irwin s incredible range and voice, the various selections brimming with imagery, dialogue, and motifs conveying the yearning to escape, the strange drama of small-town life, and the author s own struggles with his health and body.
My stomach is empty since you left the breakfast table
I remember how we first met:
Things were so sunny-side-up,
With your banana button nose
and dark blueberry eyes
I loved reading your articles in Bon Appetit
and, more than anything,
our conversations flowed easy like gravy over biscuits, southern comfort.
We were the perfect ingredients
Hungry for more knowledge,
My mind was scrambled
My stomach was flipped like an omelet.
But, as coffee jitters wore off,
I realized that our words were not like gravy,
But more like oatmeal
And, with each following date,
I realized you were adding more to taste
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WE ARE HONORED to present to you the very first
Massachusetts Review issue focused on Native American writing. We are thankful to Associate Editor N. C. Christopher Couch and the rest of the MR team for dreaming up this issue and for asking us to be guest editors, and we are especially thankful to the writers and artists whose work we’ve chosen for this special issue. Their words and images are a gift.
This issue, as it was first imagined, was set to coincide with and push back against Massachusetts’s planned celebration of the four hundredth anniversary of the