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In his poem Like you, Roque Dalton says ” poetry, like bread, is for everyone.” I do not know how true that sentence is. It is surprising how many poems I do not know. More so how many I do not enjoy. It is ironic, as someone who writes – or at least used to write – poetry, how little I know about the craft. I like to say am actually not a big fan of poetry. I do not know how true that sentence is either. What I know to be true is that sometimes, I will come across a few that, though I do not understand all that is being said, will have such a visceral effect on me. Here’s a few of them:
- Snow and Dirty Rain by Richard Siken
- Bonedog by Eva H.D.
- What if Jesus was My Older Brother by Akwaeke Emezi
- Supernova by Erin Hanson
- Good Bones – Maggie Smith
- Fuck your lecture on craft, my people are dying by Noor Hindi
- I draw too by Chaney Pugh
- Dull pieces of truth by Fortesa Latifi
- You can love him but you can’t keep him by Pencap on tumblr
- Tigers by Eliza Griswold
- Yes, we can talk by Mark Nepo
- The day of our divorce hearing by Ruth Lepson
- We have enough dead friends by Lena Oleanderson
- Wars and rumours of war (ii) by Alvin Kathembe
- Tonight I can write the saddest lines by Pablo Neruda
- Spaces by Arkaye Kierulf
- Companion Needed by Hannah Goss
