Brian Tierney
Tim called to say Fentanyl Jen from Tacony-
Palmyra
jumped off the bridge

but lived? my god . . . And I said god,
but I meant I hope
our corpses keep

the trees awake forever—
And suddenly, at the thought, memory presents itself
like a yellow light
you gotta run through to beat

the cross-street traffic
near The Dreaming Ant Diner,
where in a cabbage-print dress and John Lennon shades
one summer,
in chemical distress,

Jen stabbed with her fork
her two sunny yolks,
saying angels, my angels, over and over, as if to coerce the eggs
back
into their caves,

as if to euthanize what might have been
her soul,
by which I mean her mind,

each time piercing what'd already deflated.
from the book RISE AND FLOAT / Milkweed Editions
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Cover of Bernadette Mayer's last collection, Milkweed Smithereens
"Milkweed Smithereens by Bernadette Mayer"

"The content decisively democratizes what is poetry, and who can be a poet. Not solely of the academy, but of the people. Not of closed doors with secret handshakes, but of the city streets and in nature. What could be more contemporary? There’s a poem for every taste in this collection, though not because Mayer wrote for a specific audience. In writing for herself she wrote to and for us all."

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Jennifer Atkinson on "Landscape with Jeffers and the Connecticut River"


"But how do we live with our knowledge and the emotional cloud of fear, guilt, anger, grief, and helplessness, a cloud that surrounds us, each of us alone, and all of us together? That cloud has become intrinsic to my ecopoetical work. Burdened with the beauty and loss and malicious awfulness ahead, weighted with the anxiety that hits whenever a winter day dawns without frost on the ground or another 'unprecedented' downpour rings in the gutter, how do I live?"
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