Arc Poetry
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At Arc, we find the brave new voices. We feature poetry that is woozy, cunning, shearing, and wildlife, and prose that offers new perspectives on the verse you thought you knew.
Arc Poetry
1w ago
The dog Blue knows the sound of water as rejection: this one bowl will not be his for the licking, the liking of batter or dough, or some other sticking to roof-of-mouth treat. Mean— that woman who arbitrates when to bestow, when to withhold. Blue the dog doesn’t know chocolate apart from the smell and ..read more
Arc Poetry
2w ago
Magnetic North: Sea Voyage to Svalbard is a finely drawn follow-up to Jenna Butler’s critically acclaimed poetry books, ecocriticism, and award-winning ecological writing about farming off the grid. With a poet’s ear and the observant attention of an environmental steward, Magnetic North is an intimate, breathtaking trek from the boreal forest to the Arctic Ocean—and ..read more
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2w ago
The voices of Patrick Lane “fugitive, celebrant, anguished witness,” heard loud and clear in his 1978 Poems: New and Selected have not diminished. The Lane I first knew tough and tender, a maverick poet bruised by grief, softened by compassion for life in every form, elegiac for creatures and cultures lost can still be found ..read more
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2w ago
How do you incorporate the essence of your poetic forebears to heighten a new work without intruding on contemporary narratives? This question is answered eloquently in Triny Finlay’s new collection of poems, Myself a Paperclip. Finlay captures the stigma of mental illness and its treatment in her own words with the support of allusions that ..read more
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2w ago
Born in Toledo, Ohio to Lutheran parents who only gradually came to accept their queer identity after fearing they would be lost to them if they didn’t, Kirby is an amiable, proudly self-identifying queer writer who founded Knife Fork Book (KFB), an all-poetry bookstore, in Toronto in 2016 to overcome the commercial disregard of poets ..read more
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2w ago
At dusk the dog is all hesitationas I try to head down the hill,green-brown and scuffed in the latespring drought. When did the pricklinghoneysuckle bushes become somenacing, their blossomed bulkto be avoided on the way to the wood?As if we’ll make it that far,when the dog is frozen in place,as though expecting a zombieto appear ..read more
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2w ago
In my motherland I am deemed criminal for being woman. My laughter is crime as is my voice in song. My touch forbidden in case it tear the frail guise of morality. My hair kept hidden away lest it become a noose for my own neck. The time has come to unravel the tangled sorrows ..read more
Arc Poetry
2w ago
It's so hard to say, when it means too much The more you want to, the more that it aches Everything you love will burn to the touch Desire sings soft, in riots so rough But it struggles, always, to find its place It's so hard to say, when it means too much I don't ..read more