Salvation Sonnet
Almost sweetly, the judge gaveled away my summer,
knocking her desk lightly like a quiet neighbor's door.

I worked three hundred hours at a Salvation Army—
their motto Blood and Fire. Our small misfit militia,

teenagers unearthing ourselves among the stacks
of orphaned objects, piecemeal Lego sets, doll houses

with missing balconies. Some people would donate
anything for a write-off: prosthetic limbs, uncle's ashes

mistaken for a daisy vase, countless dildos, dildoes, dildi.
I learned the Spanish word—consolador, from to console.

We took fishing pictures with the biggest and brightest,
threw them in a box we hid from management

like a pile of armless crosses. Bad cadavers,
sometimes they'd shiver back to life.
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cover of Late to the Search Party by Steven Espada Dawson
Interview with Steven Espada Dawson

"I did decide to arrange the book into four 'chambers' pretty early on in the project. A heart is a muscle that empties and fills itself again and again, so I wanted to borrow that organic architecture. Those elegies, too, feel like a pulse check that helped me order the collection. The title poem is in four parts for the same reason. In poetry, things in fours—like stanzas with four lines—are sometimes considered the slowest because they don’t build forward momentum as quickly as other arrangements. They thrive on symmetry, which can be counterintuitive to movement. When elegies are the coal that powers the engine, I’m also thinking about how to slow things down, so fours felt right."

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Color image of the cover of Kristin Dykstra's book, Dissonanace
What Sparks Poetry:
Kristin Dykstra on Other Arts 


"Dissonance dwells around a dirt road. Dirt roads appear stable, but with time you perceive that they exist in flux. Dissonance became a book of time. Time turns various and nervy–a click marking a photographic moment, a slow burn of interior pain. Photographs interrupt time, invite you into its astonishment. They propose other dimensions, reminding us that even our thoughts enter the past as they travel through the mind." 
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