Sailing Bones by Alan Felsenthal

View this email on a browser Forward to a friend February 27, 2017   Sailing Bones   Alan Felsenthal

Suffering I drifted to you Seeing my suffering you suffered Our conference on calamity Our joints moved against wind Sustained our growing pain Until protruding bones From our rumpled skin coats Broke through to expose Their staid, stagnant structures To a cat we were dual cat castles A bird perched upon my clavicle To a friend traveling by We no longer existed But our suffering did            Copyright © 2017 Alan Felsenthal. Used with permission of the author. About This Poem   "Sailing stones are large rocks of the desert that leave mysterious tracks in their wake. Driven over time by ice, wind, or prophecy, their varied trails reveal what shapes they've left behind. This poem follows what is left after loss." —Alan Felsenthal   Alan Felsenthal is the author of Lowly, forthcoming in May 2017 from Ugly Duckling Presse. He teaches at Columbia University and lives in Brooklyn, New York.   Poetry by Felsenthal   Lowly (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2017)  "There Is No Name Yet" by Dorothea Lasky "Poem [song birds take a bath in our elephant pool]" by Bernadette Mayer "What [The flower sermon]" by Ron Silliman Poem-a-Day   Launched during National Poetry Month in 2006, Poem-a-Day features new and previously unpublished poems by contemporary poets on weekdays and classic poems on weekends. If you enjoy Poem-a-Day, please consider making a donation to help make it possible. Thanks for being a part of the Academy of American Poets community. To learn about other programs, including National Poetry Month, Poem in Your Pocket Day, the annual Poets Forum, and more, visit Poets.org.   You are receiving this e-mail because you elected to subscribe to our mailing list. If you would like to unsubscribe, please click here.   © Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038