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Ana Božičević
Our downstairs neighbor
Watered the
Concrete backyard
Twice a day religiously
To keep the dust
From his basement
Apartment until
The bare slab grew
Moss & lichen
Its own ecosystem
Water of life
We laughed at him but
One morning I went out
To the balcony hung
Over the backyard
To have a smoke—
Are you picturing
All this? It was
That time of month,
& I became
Light-headed
Bleeding through the white
Nightgown, I fell
& passed out for
A few moments
Woke with blood
Pooling
Around my head
& crotch—
But anyway, it was
Neighbor who found me and
Cared while I
Writhed in cramps
On his green love seat
Until the ambulance came
The ER was actually
Just a few blocks
Away and
When it was all done
I walked back the
Few streets over
Still in my long white bloody
Nightgown
& waist-long dark
Goth hair
A fresh stitch by my eye
Making a cross over
An old scar
Teen Madeline Usher
Or so I fancied
Walking through
Yards of dusty Zagreb roses
I wanted to control
The stream of time
Keep open the portal
To the parallel world
Where I was cared for
Something I somehow
Knew I deserved
I took on faith
As the first planes
Flew overhead
from the book NEW LIFE / Wave Books
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For 30 years I thought of that neighbor’s care, offered freely and casually, received as though it was a given. At the time, his gesture broadened my view of what human beings could do for each other and for other creatures. What all befalls us and what behooves us. The insight was a corrective for the fatalistic feeling of insignificance that drove my teen wartime. The kids we were deserved better. 

Ana Božičević on "Zagreb, '93"
Color photograph of Jupiter's moon, Europa
"Poem Bound for Jupiter's Moon"

U.S. poet laureate Ada Limón's poem, "In Praise of Mystery: A Poem for Europa," will head into space on NASA's 2024 Europa Clipper mission. About its theme of water, she said, "We are creatures of constant awe, curious at beauty, at leaf and blossom, at grief and pleasure, sun and shadow....And it is not darkness that unites us, not the cold distance of space, but the offering of water, each drop of rain."

via AXIOS
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Cover image of A. Van Jordan's book, M-A-C-N-O-L-I-A
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Tiana Nobile on A. Van Jordan's M-A-C-N-O-L-I-A: Poems


"By juxtaposing the MacNolia narrative poems with snapshots of historical figures, M-A-C-N-O-L-I-A considers the ways in which racism shaped Black daily existence and one individual’s life’s trajectory. Thus, M-A-C-N-O-L-I-A is not only a story of one disenchanted woman or crushed little girl; it is the story of a generation. Jordan pushes me to think about how language impacts history, meaning, and people’s lived experiences."
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