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The American Poetry Review November/December 2018

The American Poetry Review reaches a worldwide audience six times a year with the finest contemporary poetry, columns, interviews, photos, translations, and reviews. Every issue includes new voices, established masters, and exciting new translations.

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6 Issues

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1 min
the national poetry series

FIVE $10,000 PRIZES AND BOOK PUBLICATION PARTICIPATING PUBLISHERS: BEACON PRESS, ECCO, MILKWEED EDITIONS, PENGUIN BOOKS, UNIVERSITY OF GEORGIA PRESS NOW SUBMIT ONLINE ENTRY PERIOD: January 1, 2019 through March 1, 2019 ENTRY REQUIREMENTS: Previously unpublished book-length manuscripts of poetry accompanied by a $30.00 entrance fee. Entrants must reside in the United States or be American citizens, and winners will be responsible for compliance with Internal Revenue Service guidelines. SUBMITTING: (and/or review and follow the guidelines on our website: The National Poetry Series was established in 1978 to ensure the publication of five books of poetry each year. Winning manuscripts are selected through this annual open competition judged by five distinguished poets. Each winning poet receives a $10,000 cash award in addition to having his or her manuscript published by one of the NPS participating…

2 min
become a friend

Dear Reader, We are grateful for the support that you, a Friend of APR, have shown the magazine. We hope you will join us again now, in our 47th year, to keep The American Poetry Review going strong. In 2018, we published six outstanding issues representing the work of 120 writers, including Patrick Rosal, Deborah Landau, Khadijah Queen, Edward Hirsch, David Tomas Martinez, Diane Seuss, Li-Young Lee, and many others. We published the 21st volume in the APR/Honickman First Book series: Throwing the Crown by Jacob Saenz, selected by Gregory Pardlo, and we awarded the 9th Annual Stanley Kunitz Memorial Prize to Mark McCloughan. McCloughan’s winning poem, “Devotion (Reflection),” appears on the feature page of the September/October issue. We also lost our editor and dear friend David Bonanno, who was a champion of…

3 min
five poems

Duplex A poem is a gesture toward home.It makes dark demands I call my own. Memory makes demands darker than my own:My last love drove a burgundy car. My first love drove a burgundy car.He was fast and awful, tall as my father. Steadfast and awful, my tall fatherHit hard as a hailstorm. He’d leave marks. Light rain hits easy but leaves its own markLike the sound of a mother weeping again. Like the sound of my mother weeping again,No sound beating ends where it began. None of the beaten end up how we began.A poem is a gesture toward home. Duplex The opposite of rape is understandingA field of flowers called paintbrushes— A field of flowers called paintbrushes,Though the spring be less than actual. Though the spring be less than actual,Men roam shirtless as if none ever hurt me. Men roam…

4 min
two poems

The Art of It had only given you one meaning it gave it early too you in your crib with that man sitting in a folding chair with Budweiser and a book reading the book out loud so even if you didn’t understand there was the sound the girl in the woods the doll in the river a betrayal an animal whose friendship would be everything whom the girl would have to behead and that would be okay because heads are not everything you knew by language how to keep your keepers happy how to be happy yourself alone told stories wrote stories read the books of women who filled their lungs with water and with gas and with cocks who let themselves fade in a room in the rooms of…

2 min
three poems

Countrywide He threw the pale pink envelopes into the trashand smashed the Mickey Mouse phone hanging up. And when his wife asked you okay? he said okay,then took a twistoff to the back, screaming FUCK so loud he spooked the treefrogs and cicadas.He’d got canned for nothing, missed three payments, then let that cokehead Steve talk him into a “loan,”until this woman in a room in Oklahoma said Go on, holler all you want, babe,they come Sunday-next at noon. So he got high out in the hammock and watcheda blinking light streak past the Milky Way, headed, he said, to fucking Cancun or Jamaica.And for a week nobody noticed he was too calm, springing for movies and takeout,giving away whole packs of Marlboros. His wife said she wished the alienshad abducted him a little sooner. And when finally they went…

1 min
two poems

Cover That Shows Up and Gets You All Wrong Most think the smudge is supposed to beyour spiritbut it’s the purple underneath you inhabit. Eraser debris I blow off the pageor swipe away with the back of my hand: contact is rarely a choice made from this side. Say you were told the life you’re inwas terminal like this one— twice a year day & nightwould send friendship lanyardsof equivalent length. I’d stay awake againto greet and throw them out. And you? Take this cover embody iton the discarded side. We Are Often in Danger of Departing At first you were fluid and the fluidwas safe. It heldgrowing. A napkin folded around desire like a nutrient.Old and imminent,the spots of the guest within me. As if two people togethercould fill a soul like the bathtub,frequent endings drained away your true end before it could…