In this episode of
The Common‘s “Contributors in Conversation” podcast, host Steven Tagle is joined by Helen Hooper and Megan Staffel to discuss two stories from Issue 6, Staffel’s “Mischief” and Hooper’s “Meetings.”
Contributors in Conversation: Helen Hooper and Megan Staffel 04.18.2018
April 13, 2018
The Common brings you a special two-part series as a preview to – Tesserae: Poetry Of Community A Reading & Celebration Of Immigrants & New Americans, coming up on Sunday, April 22 3:30–5pm at The Parlor Room in Northampton, MA; free admission.
Part One – featuring poems by Kirun Kapur, María Luisa Arroyo, and Ocean Vuong.
Tesserae Poetry Feature: Part One 04.13.2018
February 23, 2018
Music by GREGORY W. BROWN
“I have made
an elegy for myself it
Geoffrey Hill, i.m., 1932 – 2016
1. The Meeting of the Waters
Sempiternal waters, sing-
ly sing, gush glottal-less & all
triphthong’s liquid pluraling
through rock & ruck & rill February 2018 Poetry Feature 02.23.2018
April 20, 2017
The Common we’re welcoming spring with new poetry by our contributors. (Be sure to listen to the audio link to Megan Fernandes’ “White People Always Want to Tell Me…,” read by the author.) March 2017 Poetry Feature 04.20.2017
Once in a car, a good boy
shook me hard. If you like it
that way in bed, then why are you…
the tiny bruises on my arms
where his prints pressed into my pink
sleeves rose to the surface like rattles. Good Boys 04.15.2017
U. S. DHUGA
No compunction, my physiotherapist
Exits, kale juice in hand, the Raw Chemist
With the swagger of a Neoptolemus
Who will lie to me, to you, to all of us
For the sake of winning what he mythifies
As our battle.
Philoctetes at the Physio 04.15.2017
I found the Cyclops and his Galatea
in their shop on Piano Provenanza.
They’d been domestic for a while.
I’d gone for his wildflowers and Ragabo pines.
I’d gone for the wintry July breezes that
dilute the sulfur of his neighborhood.
I’d gone to see the roughened lava of
his searching, the obsidian of his instant grief.
Passeggiata in Linguaglossa 04.15.2017
I thought you were dead.
On your Facebook wall,
well-wishes and then nothing.
The mitosis of
worries twirl and spiral
and settle into clock-cogs
which lock and jam.
It’s a Nasty Habit and I’m Trying to Quit 04.15.2017
March 8, 2017
Audio, Poetry Braintree 03.08.2017
By TIMOTHY LIU
Her hands kept on
working their way
into my pants even
after the wedding
merely an excuse
A Gift Horse 01.12.2017