In celebration of the poetry featured in this issue of Radar Poetry, we have constructed a found poem using lines from each poem in the issue. Isn’t it just amazing to consider the power of written words? What a pleasure it is for us to share the work of these poets with you. And to showcase visual art by a curated group of brilliant creative minds.
Happy Dog Days of Summer!
Rachel Marie Patterson and Dara-Lyn Shrager, Editors
In other words, I place my heart in the hornet’s nest.
Who hasn’t been soothed
Turn a country over
and see how it’s made.
your greatest childhood dilemma
solved for an instant—
you are both bird and fish!
I open the book and the memory
swims like astronomy.
I see the surgeon’s hands
and the paper moth
which he pulls from my skull
a mussel, opening the shell to show the ridges of
as if I wear
summer and the flesh
I dig at
would do anything
but flinch when held
when i am thirsty from a day of work, that river snakes my spine again
we are not alone in our sorrow.
I don’t know what to do
with this unfamiliar shade,
this head full of sagging flowers.
Dying seasons should not
be so beautiful—
glimmer in emerald flame
In the garden, we pollinate by hand,
brushing squash blossoms together, anther
Hyacinth is two faces of unequal blush turned away from each other
Maybe it’s a launchpad. Maybe it’s where you go
when you are finally ready to leave something behind.