We could say in paradoxical abbreviation that a writer has two tasks. The...– Anna Swir
At its best our age is an age of searchers and discoverers, and at its worst, an...– Flannery O’Connor
To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready...– Gaston Bachelard
Featured Poem: The Writer by Kate Daniels
She has fallen, in the blueish glow of the nightlight, Asleep, her face pressed in the carpet, her hand Still curled around the fat yellow pencil She has used to write my name on the blank page Of her spiral notebook. NotMom, butKate, TheKtwirling, vinelike, umbilical, funicular, Down to a nest of scribbles within which She must have sought the outlines of the four Different letters that...
Featured Poem: Hands by Moya Cannon
It was somewhere over the northeastern coast of Brazil, over Fortaleza, a city of which I knew nothing, except that it is full of people— the life of each one a mystery greater than the Amazon River— it was there, as the toy plane on the flight monistor nudged over the equator and veered east towards Marrakech, that I started to think again of hands, of how strange it is that...
Featured Poem: Death by Wind by Gerald Stern
As for those who face their death by wind and call it by the weird name of forgiveness they alone have the right to marry birds, and those who stopped themselves from falling down by holding the wall up or the sink in place they can go without much shame for they have lived enough and they can go click, click if they want to, they can go tok, tok and they can marry anything, even...
Featured Poem: Heaven by Mark Jarman
When we are reunited after death, The owls will call among the eucalyptus, The white tailed kite will arc across the mesa, And sunset cast orange light from the Pacific Against the golden bush and eucalyptus Where flowers and fruit and seeds appear all seasons And our paired silhouettes are waiting for us. [Featured in Five Points Vol. 13.1]
Featured Poem: Darling by Coleman Barks
I am beautiful. Do you love me? You may kiss my neck if you want to. How could you not want to? But remember, I am tricky, most impossible to follow and will not be here much longer. While you have the chance then to talk and be inside my presence, you should try to be more aware how quickly all this slides away how quickly all this slides away and so act with some dispatch. Live deep...
Featured Poem: Ship by Linda Zisquit
You have closed yourself against me. Tight as a ship. I will seep in as you rock and waver, beating at your windows, eating your rusty seams. Knock me down and I will rise like waves. Tell me our collision left no echo in your hold. Tell me your rope does not shake at a wind’s whisper, water hurling chairs on deck. Tell me you have no recollection of mornings washing over us. Show...
Featured Poem: Dog & Father by Sam Pereira
The dog barked that year, Delighted with its gift To the family: a crow With a broken wing, barely Alive and struggling to remain Here, in its mind, on this Planet of remarkable birds. When Bingo, the dog, barked, We ran out and scolded him For the effort. I remember The look of sadness That came over him: not Unlike the look my father Unleashed that morning, Before his final...
Andrea Carter Brown reading “In the Desert,” one...
Andrea Carter Brown reading “Cloud Studies:Hudson...
Featured Prose-Poem: Fibber by Jim Harrison
My birdwatching friends tell me, “You’re always seeing birds that don’t exist.” And I answer that my eye seems to change nearly everything it sees and is also drawn to making something out of nothing, a habit since childhood. I’m so unreliable no one asks me “what’s that?” knowing that a Sandhill crane in a remote field can become a yellow...
Featured Poem: Drinking with His Son by Wang...
What ambitions does a man past fifty still hold? His dream is but to sit and drink a glass of beer With his long-estranged grown-up son They clink their glasses together This is the way they hug It is also how they are reconciled Then they say nothing As the son gets up for another glass The father stares blankly as the foam on the rim Slips to the bottom of his glass [Featured in Five...
Andrea Carter Brown reading “Ars...
David Bottoms Poetry Reading
David Bottoms will be reading at GA Tech on April 5, 7:30 in Kress Auditorium ( Robert Williams Paper Museum), 10th Street. GA Tech and Copper Canyon Press are giving away 200 copies of We Almost Disappear to audience members.
What was any art but a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining...– Willa Cather
Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?– Mary Oliver (via writersrelief)
Music, states of happiness, mythology, faces belabored by time, certain...– Jorge Luis Borges
Five Points Tumblr!
This is our new Five Points Journal tumblr! We should be adding some more posts in the next few weeks, so be on the lookout for them!