Los Lorcas: Written Works
The Poetry Foundation:
Upon Hearing Amy Winehouse at St. James’ Church in Dingle
By Partridge Boswell
Grief without song could be any stone chapel built of loss
packed with aging villagers lulled reticent as rue
by a rote bell’s tongue, hemmed by iron gates and a yew
The Lascaux Review:
Ode to a Bee on the Small of Your Back
By Partridge Boswell
Blind to what tickles the delta of nerves there
you rub a humming with the back of your hand, surprised by the soft pulse of a drowsy bee
Rattle:
APHASIA
By Partridge Boswell
That you can’t talk yet—can only blink and smile
yes and no (both for perhaps)—makes perfect sense.
You’ll find words later, or not, to correct journalists’
Plume: Ode to My Dap
By Partridge Boswell
rising in a clarion chorus—a riff’ll
split wide open the moment they
reveal before us life in the key
of song. Soon as I get my dap down
I’ll belong. I’ll rewrite her/history
Green Mountains Review:
Ode to Westminster Street
By Partridge Boswell
— after cummings and Spinoza
We do not know what a body can do…
how when she crossed the street
Plume:
The New Math
By Partridge Boswell
There may still be time to find the cosine of x. Under an à la mode
mountain of leases and loans, didn’t I taste the square root of π’s
Plume Poetry | Ithaca Lit | The Tishman Review
Poetry Center San Jose:
Partridge Boswell reading “Pop a Wheelie”, winner of the Red Wheelbarrow Poetry Prize 2017, judged by Ellen Bass. Well-RED Reading Series at Works/San José, art and performance center 12 December 2017.
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Poetry Foundation
American Poetry Review
Vermont College of Fine Arts
SageGreenJournal.org:
Aztecas on a Hot Night in Phoenix
By Pam Davenport
Sudden lights, street and Kliegs,
illuminate lofty skinny crimson feathers
at a complex we drive past daily.
Terrain.org:
Letter to America
By Partridge Boswell
America, here’s the thing…
I’m my son’s age again on a Greyhound bus packed with
friends and chaperones–patriots from our hometown