palm trees swayin’

when you drive over on a late night

I recall your soul and

it smells like swaying palm trees

 

I recall your soul and

it tastes like papaya and flesh

sparing me infernal sorrows

 

I know when you’re dialing me

the devils are in the fingers

like warm wind

 

calamari to soothe the soul

where’s the leak m’am?

the steady drip of – of what

 

we’re sipping on espresso

watching the sky bruise

the breeze and I

 

the current pulls in the sound

when the phone rings,

congeals my heart; thunder rolling

 

your body tenses me

antithesis of “I’m too sick to go”

I like you like the summer;

 

delirious and tumbling

off branches like flower heads

the rush from the cigarette’s

 

pull from your mouth,

please kiss me again,

please

 

“yes yes” whisper into my ear

Into the phone say “I recall your soul”

“it tastes like warm wind” say

 

orchids bloom all over

your body like a sore

I want to feel your skin in my skin

 

every time you drive over

on a late night;

palm trees swayin

Please join us for a joint reading by Dana Ward and Anne Boyer this Thursday, April 10 at 830pm at the Frick Fine Arts Auditorium

The next year, or perhaps the year after, I was there with Karen in the spring. I had Chris Nealon’s book The Joyous Age in my bag, & we read some of that aloud. The ideas that so warm & so harm humankind were sprawled around us: students making out, a building’s altitude of cloud, the sun, & the conceptions of the sun, the moneyed school like love with bordered grounds, the sound of verse read aloud between friends. Conrad’s hair was getting longer then. He’d vowed to let it grow until the wars came to an end. Our books may one day be composed by kissing his bare scalp.

 

by Dana Ward, from the forthcoming issue of Washington Square.

She keeps repea…

She keeps repeating herself. She keeps quoting country songs no one knows. She makes these technology references like Bluetooth and reference to things like streets and boulevards and maps and city planning like she has gone into a trance and come back as a global positioning system. But the streets are sexual because they are a place for display and Bluetooth is sexual because it allows people and their machines to hook up to one another. Don’t you understand anything? This is a poem about sex / this is a poem about work / this is a poem about information and the hollowed life.

by anne boyer in a glimpse of

Please join us for a joint reading by Anne Boyer and Dana Ward this Thursday, April 10 at 830pm in the Frick Fine Arts Auditorium.

Poets Anne Boyer and Dana Ward read this Thursday, April 10 at 8:30pm at Frick Fine Arts Auditorium. Please join us!

 

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Excerpt from Dana Ward’s “Roseland” featured in Shampoo Poetry Issue 36

Click on the photo to read the whole piece!

Dana Ward will be reading along with Anne Boyer at the Frick Fine Arts Auditorium on April 10. A very exciting event for us here at PCWS! As always, this event is free and open to the public.

JEFF SHARLET// APRIL 3// FFA// 8:30

Jeff Sharlet talks about his book “The Family: The Secret Fundamentalism at the Heart of American Power” which explores the ‘secret’ Evangelical Christian society and the power the church holds in the state.

Sharlet reads at the Frick Fine Arts Auditorium on April 3 at 8:30 PM. Free and open to the public.

Anne Boyer Reading at the Poetry Project

Dana Ward and Anne Boyer read at the Frick Fine Arts Auditorium April 10 at 8:30 PM. The event is free and open to the public!

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