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Posts published by “Sandra Yannone”

Early morning in the garden of poetry and hope

Last issue I had intended to publish an essay about the power of protest poetry, particularly highlighting the work in the 2016 anthology Of Poetry and Protest: from Emmett Till to Trayvon Martin, edited by Philip Cushway and Michael Warr, against the backdrop of more unjust verdicts, more tragic shootings,…

A chorus of breaths: on poetry, grief, and grace

For the better part of a year, I’ve been sharing essays and poems about poetry’s prismatic capacities to cast light on how humans live in a dominant culture depleted of deep meaning. I’ve shared how poetry connects us in time and space to historic events like the Pulse nightclub shootings,…

Taking a poetic stand in Washington, D.C.

On the tenth of February I found myself in a more improbable place than I had imagined even just a few days before I travelled to the other Washington.  I stood in front of the wrought iron gates of the White House with a dear friend, the mother of an…

Just the New Year

When the new year arrives wrapped in snow, she thinks nothing of the phone call or my voice or how it will change when I’m pressed up against her back, my tongue knocking at her ear. She is not thinking of the alphabet’s wonders, the shy way I stack letters…

Lucia Perillo: A remembrance

I heard Lucia Perillo read on a December evening at Orca Books in 2010. The following week Perillo was the featured poet at the Emily Dickinson Birthday Tribute in Washington, D.C. To the handful of us seated in our metal folding chairs, she recounted her excitement when the Folger Shakespeare…

Witnessing Poetry at Standing Rock

On October 18th, I listened to Amy Goodman on Democracy Now! report from outside the Morton County Courthouse in Mandan, North Dakota, where she was preparing to turn herself in on criminal trespass charges that the local prosecutor had switched to riot charges in the twenty-four hours before her surrender.…

How to host a sonnet party

In the August issue of Works in Progress, the editorial collective was gracious. Instead of haranguing me about missing a deadline, they published my poem “Occupy Sonnet” that they had tucked away in their reserves, perhaps in anticipation of my precise indiscretion. With all of the violence in the world…

Occupy Sonnet

  Because everything is broken in this country of squandered and pillaged dreams, even the sonnet’s usual bliss can’t right it all in fourteen jagged   lines. When all remains said and undone, this sonnet will list like the Andrea Doria, mortally wounded off the stone coast of New England,…

Requiem for a Pulse

   (for those departed and surviving in Orlando and everywhere)   I am struggling now to comprehend how I still have one after all the opportunities I’ve had to die with my hands at the wheel after too many drinks in bars while I waited to become my uncloseted self.…