Dears, beloveds : poems /

"The prose poetry in Kevin Phan's first collection, Dears, Beloveds, offers a fine-grained meditation on grief-personal, familial, ecological, and political. Informed by the author's engagement with Buddhism & mindfulness, the poems address looming absences: in our vanishing earth...

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Detalles Bibliográficos
Clasificación:Libro Electrónico
Autor principal: Phan, Kevin, 1979- (Autor)
Formato: Electrónico eBook
Idioma:Inglés
Publicado: Fort Collins, Colorado : The Center for Literary Publishing, Colorado State University, [2020]
Colección:Mountain west poetry series.
Temas:
Grief > Poetry.
Chagrin > Poésie.
Grief
Poetry
poetry.
Poetry.
Poésie.
Acceso en línea:Texto completo
Tabla de Contenidos:
  • Intro
  • Cover
  • Contents
  • [Outside the snapdragons, cords of light]
  • [Floating sheep turn to wonder]
  • [I pass through the mental hospital]
  • [To witness a selkie, owl-grandmother, grief]
  • [For each today, I'll let my soul-force lead]
  • [Eternal waves quarrel at the bottom of a wellfull of blueness]
  • [Sweet jumping Jesus, bright flocks of rain!]
  • [Beneath dark purples, new life jockeyingthrough the cracks]
  • [What brought us from the ocean into diamondBuddhafields?]
  • [Kombucha & skincare]
  • [Here's the church, here's the steeple]
  • [I walk past the mental hospital]
  • [Dappled eggs in space. Chickens scratchconstellations into blues]
  • [Hello Tuesday, soul-power pancakes]
  • [The things we carry-what to do?]
  • [Pigs in space, bacon-colored, sprouting wings]
  • [Childhood's sweet, rotten gospel]
  • [My whole house sweats blood]
  • [In the documentary on Aleppo]
  • [Grief flowers new dimensions]
  • [My neighbor reshingles his roof]
  • [What fool denies the inner life of a whale?]
  • [Masters from my spiritual tradition became sostill]
  • [In last night's dream, I collected my deadmother]
  • [At the Oldorf Hospice House of Mercy]
  • [I now intensely cultivate universal love]
  • [My heart continues to digest mother's brokengrammar]
  • [Into each pore, we ask the world in]
  • ["Every word," wrote Beckett, "is like anunnecessary stain"]
  • [Animals & stars were never ours to hold]
  • [What would it mean, never to be brought intobeing?]
  • [Can we love life enough to anguish at its loss?]
  • [Our sky of sudden hail]
  • [Our White Helmets tranced by the blast]
  • [Our Declaration of Interdependence]
  • [In the multiverse, other versions of ourselves]
  • [& When I arrived at my mother's deathbed]
  • [Seas & stars were never ours to hold dominionover]
  • [Myths, a script of gifts for the living]
  • [In every life, a moment or 2, for heaven's sake]
  • [Among artists frozen into snowbanks]
  • [Yes. Hours brighten into months]
  • [Can you hear them?]
  • [We travel to our shipping address, like allthings]
  • [We who boil in space]
  • [So we traveled hand in hand through time]
  • [We who open into prayer]
  • [Just as time erases kisses from my body]
  • [Everything's just 1 insight]
  • [What if love is just spondees]
  • [We compassion]
  • [We command assertions of value]
  • [Confession]
  • [Mother, I've built a hospital]
  • [Raw honey sun]
  • [Said simply]
  • [Imagine meditations on meditation]
  • [Sprouted splinter fevers]
  • [Everything priests promised was eternal]
  • [I didn't even get the chance to kiss you goodbye]
  • [I didn't even get the chance to kiss you goodbye]
  • [Do you believe in magic?]
  • ["Suffering is part of the divine idea."]
  • [Said simply]
  • [I drank the whole alphabet of grief. Then helda blood orange]
  • [Brothers, sisters, impossible to say]
  • [Dears. Beloveds]
  • [Closing waves]
  • Notes
  • Acknowledgments

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