September 2012
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“We could say in paradoxical abbreviation that a writer has two tasks. The...”
– Anna Swir
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“At its best our age is an age of searchers and discoverers, and at its worst, an...”
– Flannery O’Connor
August 2012
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“To feel most beautifully alive means to be reading something beautiful, ready...”
– Gaston Bachelard
June 2012
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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...
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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...
May 2012
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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...
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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]
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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...
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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...
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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...
April 2012
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Andrea Carter Brown reading “In the Desert,” one...
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Andrea Carter Brown reading “Cloud Studies:Hudson...
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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...
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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...
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Andrea Carter Brown reading “Ars...
March 2012
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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.
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“What was any art but a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining...”
– Willa Cather
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“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
– Mary Oliver (via writersrelief)
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“Music, states of happiness, mythology, faces belabored by time, certain...”
– Jorge Luis Borges
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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!
