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Brenda Shaughnessy reads from her latest poetry collection, So Much Synth, published in May by Copper Canyon Press.
How It Is
It isn't every day I can wrap my mind around it.
It being just what you'd think it is.
Not a thing or a condition of being but an extended
its movements are like dance but really more like fire
or cross-signals cut before anyone got there.
A flow-through mind,
a frank season so in love with some poor sister,
Aracelis Girmay reads two poems from her latest poetry collection, The Black Maria, published in April by BOA Editions.
from prayer & letter to the dead
While the room is still
while the page is still
white, still here,
more shore than sea, more still
than alive, while the air is now
touching the dark & funny fruit of
your eyebrows where it is quiet enough
for me to hear the small sighing
of your shoes lift up into
Tyehimba Jess reads from his latest poetry collection, Olio, published in April by Wave Books.
Hagar in the Wilderness
Carved Marble. Edmonia Lewis, 1875
Karan Mahajan reads from his latest novel, The Association of Small Bombs, published in March by Viking.
The Association of Small Bombs
The bombing, for which Mr. and Mrs. Khurana were not present, was a flat, percussive event that began under the bonnet of a parked white Maruti 800, though of course that detail, that detail about the car, could only be confirmed later. A good bombing begins everywhere at once.
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