Scene: a bathtub, dry. The noise outside inaudible behind the baby’s wails. And the mother tells the tornado, “I am a greedy son of a bitch, and there I know we are kin. Tornado, this is my child. . . . and he is a small moon, an open face, a heart. Tornado, I want more.”
This motionpoem was made possible through a partnership with VIDA: Women in Literary Arts.Read the Poem
“I wonder if Kanye knows that these girls are experimenting. As with rum. As with skin, all
the ways to touch it.” Ayse Altinok’s adaptation of Sarah Blake’s poem begins with a craving. Go ahead.
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Across the street the trees are unrooting, the mailboxes rising up like dandelion stems, and eventually we too float off…Noah Dorsey renders “what happens when they leave” in restless swirls of color.
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I’m not positive, but I think the theory of relativity has something to do with arrows, fried eggs, and a radio on a train traveling at light speed. This adaptation of Matthew Zapruder’s “Albert Einstein” by John Akre is full of beautiful guesses.
Co-produced with Copper Canyon Press and BEST AMERICAN POETRY.Read the Poem