Contributor History
- Two Poems, Online 05-18-2011
Biography
Lindsay Turner’s poetry and criticism have appeared in the Boston Review, Drunken Boat, Harvard Review, Kenyon Review Online, and elsewhere. She lives in Brooklyn.
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October 27, 2021
I stretch into
a shape. Do as I’m told
in plastics. Each mold
is a house
is an ocean but
only now do I know
his death was never some renewable
substance. The whale sank away––
out of contact ...
a shape. Do as I’m told
in plastics. Each mold
is a house
is an ocean but
only now do I know
his death was never some renewable
substance. The whale sank away––
out of contact ...
by Jed Munson
October 20, 2021
Launch
codes, we stripped species,
our insecure
hands of gloves
to crack the test to our capitalizable
future. Pray
for the multiverse I’m working on
at midnight.
codes, we stripped species,
our insecure
hands of gloves
to crack the test to our capitalizable
future. Pray
for the multiverse I’m working on
at midnight.
October 13, 2021
Forgive us. We were waiting
here, in the thickening ice. We worked a long time. Now
we try to give what we found, a little basket
hiding behind each back, full of the young shoots.
They are so green. Mercifully green. We say so. Yes,
they are alive, we say. We, too. We are still sick.
here, in the thickening ice. We worked a long time. Now
we try to give what we found, a little basket
hiding behind each back, full of the young shoots.
They are so green. Mercifully green. We say so. Yes,
they are alive, we say. We, too. We are still sick.
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