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
A British teenager is slowly emerging from a coma nearly a year after being hit by a car, and he has no knowledge of the coronavirus pandemic
— Reuters
Plume: Ode to My Dap
Poetry Prize
It is curious that flower- soft verse
Is sometimes harder than granite,
tougher than a steel cable, more alive than life.
— Robinson Jeffers
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:
Digitalis
Didn’t this garden grow a little topsy
scattergun open-bellied over night
and didn’t these under-freckled bells
lean and bow
bob and sway their spires
Peter Money
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Poetry Foundation
American Poetry Review
Vermont College of Fine Arts