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Jose Padua Jose Padua performs the poem "Grinderman" at the 2012 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
Tim Seibles Tim Seibles performs "One Turn Around the Sun" at the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
Bettina Judd Lucy didn’t scream like most. Though sometimes she
would moan--deep, long and overdue. I’d wake
thinking death. It’s her, knees curled under, head face
down, her body trying to move out of itself. Anarcha
Hermine Pinson Mother
“ I will ask you to recall these words
at the end of our session”
Tara Shea Burke When we met we fell for each other like leaves.
Behind black curtains your bedroom was always dark
except for unexpected soft-yellow walls. Your dogs
Elizabeth Hoover Ñuul, the teacher says and smacks his knee to show
where the stress falls. Ñuul, the children repeat each
starting at a different time so they sing a sour chord.
Patricia Davis about his sister how she
to be light
built night in her ribs
Kathi Wolfe I'm in my seat,
averting my eyes,
those funhouse mirrors,
Remica L. Bingham The weight of my parents,
the dawn of them;
my grandmother's lackluster
Jose Padua All the out of business auto body shops
on this slow highway, all the abandoned
buildings with peeling paint, the vacant