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Five poems by James Blevins with art by Garrett Riggs

Originally posted on Another Chicago Magazine:
Clove Hitch ? Awake, We recall all of our former lovers, baffled By the histories that brought us to this Bed,…

April 1, 2019 by James Blevins

After Rereading Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein

I read alone that warm October evening,   read as night kept creeping along.   I read of the instruments of life, the opening of his yellow… Read more “After Rereading Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein”

October 19, 2018October 19, 2018 by James Blevins

The Poem I’ll Never Write

I was going to write a poem about that night I was over but I never got around to it. So, here’s a poem about a poem… Read more “The Poem I’ll Never Write”

September 13, 2018September 13, 2018 by James Blevins

I’m Moving to Vermont in the Spring

With the aid of a belated breeze, I’m watching my dreams travel from here to there in a hurry.   It marks a milestone for me. Waving… Read more “I’m Moving to Vermont in the Spring”

September 5, 2018September 5, 2018 by James Blevins

Good Morning, Poem

    I wanted to find a poem in the dark rain of an afternoon shower,   but I found a hollow beneath the bones of my… Read more “Good Morning, Poem”

July 7, 2018 by James Blevins

My first chapbook is up for sale!

It appears that my poetry chapbook, What Nature Keeps Secret, has quietly gone on sale over on Bitterzoet Press’ Etsy page. Please, if you’re feeling saucy and would… Read more “My first chapbook is up for sale!”

April 29, 2018April 29, 2018 by James Blevins

Song of My Self-Doubt

              after Walt Whitman   Desperate to be sung, I gasp into form, push more of me from me like hot breath in a hollow of… Read more “Song of My Self-Doubt”

March 1, 2018March 1, 2018 by James Blevins

Why Poetry?

Because I have a bluebird caught in my throat, And it always needs to sing just one more song.

March 1, 2018 by James Blevins

Self Control

Blue Moon speaks for me tonight. Once a month, it does. That’s improvement.   But if I could sing like Frank Ocean, I’d break my own heart… Read more “Self Control”

February 28, 2018February 28, 2018 by James Blevins

Cosmic Perspective

  “There are more stars in the universe than grains of sand on any beach, more stars than seconds have passed since Earth formed, more stars than… Read more “Cosmic Perspective”

January 13, 2018January 13, 2018 by James Blevins

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