Reprise: We know you inadvertently received this poem yesterday.  But we still wanted to greet you this morning with today's poem, as scheduled.
She stood under a drizzle of copper leaves
                   mouth opened in a hymn of praise
Voice tacet
                   Only the chirping of sparrows
heard on the terrace
                   above the sleeping town

Be opaque
                   her sisters had said
because this crust
               is what will get you through
Standing above the chasm
                  opened in the eastern rock she thought

What if there was no border
                         between flesh and light
What if I had
                no skin
Of what
              am I the barometer?
from the book ICELIGHT / Wesleyan University Press
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Alycia Pirmohamed Wins £10k Nan Shepherd Prize

"The author will receive a £10,000 publishing contract with Canongate for her essay collection, A Beautiful and Vital Place, and an offer of representation from Caro Clarke at the Portobello Literary Agency. The winning collection comprises essays about being a queer Muslim girl in the aftermath of 9/11."

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Jane Huffman on Language as Form

"In 'The Rest,' I use the repeating language pattern to demonstrate a breakdown from idea into sound, from the recognizable image—a vase of flowers—into something stranger, something that attends to the 'prehistorical, preconceptual and prelinguistic' utterance 'prior to its translation into language-mediated conceptual sense.'"
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