What Sparks Poetry is a series of original essays that explores experiences and ideas that spark the writing of new poems. In Books We’ve Loved, poets reflect on a book that has been particularly meaningful to them in the last year. Each Monday's delivery brings you a poem from the book and an excerpt from the essay.
The thing all women have is mouths,
he says in the work truck, that don't shut.
Let me drive once, I broke
in hot sand. Shoveling the tires loose
so much of his back shows
over his pants. Calls me princess.
Pops the hood warms his
breakfast on the engine.
These are life lessons
how to clean trash cans:
lighter fluid and a cigarette.
All it takes to hypnotize a chicken
is its neck in your armpit.
What you need is to kill
something and eat it.
He finds old condoms
to chuck at me, hornet nests
stuck in Pepsi cans he calls
Michael Jacksons. Getting stung
is crew initiation. Bets I've never
worked a day, shows me
lumps where a saw slipped
through his face. Lets me struggle
over the dumpster:
you should have to weigh more
than this bag of garbage
for them to pay you
to throw away.
from the book VANTAGE / American Poetry Review
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Cover image of Teneum Bambrick's book, Vantage
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Lena Crown on Taneum Bambrick's Vantage


"No tagline could hold all that Bambrick has achieved: a sweeping portrait across time of a community beholden to a single, monumental piece of infrastructure, a queer coming-of-age, a specific yet universal story of ecological death and climate resilience. This is a landscape where the drowned and concealed do not stay that way; monoliths crack and water levels fall, revealing what we’ve jettisoned, sacrificed, tolerated into obscurity."
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Illustrated version of the Japanese haiku “Summer Night,” by Arakida Moritake (1473-1549), as translated by Geoffrey Boas and Anthony Thwaite
Elisa Gabbert on Little Poems

"I remember where I was when I first read two short poems. One, Margaret Atwood’s “You Fit Into Me” (“you fit into me/like a hook into an eye/a fish hook/an open eye”), was in my 10th-grade English textbook. My own eye latched onto this four-line poem, in the middle of class, because it was so short—which made it seem larger than the others, like the large-print text in Dr. Seuss, almost easier to read than not to read. It’s a poem designed to make you gasp, and I did."

via THE NEW YORK TIMES
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