Poetry

Assistant Editor Blessing Christopher: This week’s miCRo offers a convergence of form and content. Anastasia Nikolis’s figure poem, sculpted into the shape of a pipe, slowly but relentlessly courses through the innards of a public health crisis, stopping only when we reach the core. Listen to Nikolis read the poem: Note: The full transcript of …

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My grandmother whispers the rosary, her dresser an altarof Kleenex, perfume bottles, an empty vase. The altarcleaned of VHS tapes where she once watched crowsand gulls cloak the sun, where Rosemary’s womb is an altar.There is too much horror in the daytime for her sleeplessnights. Politicians say my family strangles geese on the altarsof dining …