Subversions
We are delighted to present this week’s selections from the Brain Mill Press Poetry Month Contest. We received many outstanding entries, from which these pieces by Shabnam Piryaei, Courtney Leblanc, and Sharon Brooks stood out. We hope you’ll enjoy them as much as we did.

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by Shabnam Piryaei

 

In this geography,

in the haunt of the fifth, stillborn, season,

women trespassed and terrorbound

bury my first word.

Where is my armor.

I’m not convinced

the only avenue to joy is one

solitary writhe in the foammouthed dark,

one fervent anchor hungering through a ribcage,

one bullying nothing.

Above the roof a cloud

builds itself through variation.

Every inheritance is a compass.

Autumn at midnight, the forest sky

is every bullet-scattered brain

caught into white stuttering fire,

a canvas of sustained thought.

Uncertainty, too, is riddled with light.

Tracks traversing a mistmouthed abyss

demand suddenly

your every illumination.

Recognition is a short-lived currency,

the hungry eye starving the heart.

Discomfort, held fast, gifts gaping wealth.

Draws you, like a calf,

unruly and wet from the dissonant flesh.

Here, and perhaps again,

there is synchronous sunblaze and stormtrace.

A glimpse of the orbit that comprises you.


About Shabnam Piryaei

About Shabnam

Shabnam Piryaei is the author of Ode to Fragile (Plain View Press, 2010), Forward (MUSEUM Books, 2014), and Nothing Is Wasted (forthcoming).

She has been awarded the Poets & Writers Amy Award, the Transport of the Aim Poetry Prize, the Elizabeth George Foundation Grant, the Northern Manhattan Arts Alliance Grant and the Barbara Deming Memorial Fund Grant. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and published in journals and anthologies including Poets & Writers Magazine, The Awl, MUSEUM, Unsaid, Commonthought Magazine, The Florida Review, Flashquake, The Furnace Review, Mapping Me: A Landscape of Women’s Stories (Maymuna Productions) and Others Will Enter the Gates: Immigrant Poets on Poetry, Influences, and Writing in America (Black Lawrence Press). Her play A Time to Speak was staged at the MAD Theatre Festival in the United Kingdom. She has also written for the Global Post and the Seattle Post-Intelligencer.

She has written and directed three award-winning films that have screened in the U.S. at the Woodstock Film Festival, HollyShorts Film Festival, Indie Spirit Film Festival, Red Rock Film Festival, Miami Short Film Festival, Noor Film Festival, International Literary Film Festival, Video Art and Experimental Film Festival, The Foundry Film + Video Series, Catskill Film and Video Festival, Co-Kisser Poetry Film Festival, The Body Electric Poetry Film Festival, Liberated Words Festival, Digital Arts Entertainment Laboratory, (sub)Urban Projections, Blissfest333 and the Target Art Gallery, and internationally at the Canterbury Short Film Festival, Portobello Film Festival, Void Film Festival, Zebra Poetry Film Festival, Sadho Poetry Film Festival, Visible Verse Festival, Moscars al-Hurria Film Festival, Art Monastery Film Festival, Cologne International Film Festival, Indie Cork Film Festival, First Glance, FilmVideo International Film Festival, Festival Miden, Festival Videomedeja, KnockanStockan, the Unlike Art Gallery, Elysium Art Gallery, New Gallery London, Youyou Gallery, Jotta, Galleria Perelà and the Shorts Movie Channel.

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Unsolicited Advice to My Younger Self

by Courtney LeBlanc

after Jeanann Verlee

When he breaks up with you to return to his wife and his children and his life do not tell him you understand. Tell him goodbye and walk out the door. When you begin dating his gorgeous mixed-race friend do not gloat. The first time your father calls him a nigger walk out of the room. The second time he says it walk out of the house – his racism will grow and fracture your blooming relationship. You will regret this.

When he comes back and says his marriage is over tell him congratulations. Do not date him again, do not quit school and follow him to the Caribbean. He will break you every way he can for the next seven years. Do not regret or reconsider the restraining order. You were right to get it. He did not have the right to threaten you.

Do not let your mother make you feel guilty for the divorce. She is a pro at blaming you for her own issues. Your divorce is not a reflection on her. Do not feel guilty when your relationship with your mother falls apart. She fostered it as much as you did. You do not have to like her or even love her. It is not owed.

Do not apologize for using the word fuck. Use it in any (every) poem. Read these poems to your mother. Do not flinch when she slaps you at your first public poetry reading. Pour that into a poem. Use the word fuck repeatedly.


About Courtney LeBlanc

Courtney LeblancAbout Courtney

Courtney LeBlanc believes she and her sister were born as Siamese twins, despite logic and the fact that they were born two years apart. Her poetry is published or forthcoming in Connections, Welter, Plum Biscuit, Pudding Magazine, The Legendary, Germ Magazine, District Lines, Slab, Wicked Banshee, The Door is a Jar, and others.

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She and he into we

by Sharon Brooks

 

what if we set aside

all of these illusions of love

the control

the holding at arm’s length

the perception of what will be

based on what was

what if we managed our expectations

what if we stopped blaming ourselves

for failure

and stopped blaming the other for

deceptions.

what if we just

trust

and consciously walk forward

with the grace we are each assigned

and loved the other

and ourselves

in power

and empowered the other to love

at the highest level

because this space between us is

safe

and fluid

and alive

what if love just is, and was,

and survived on the inhale and exhale.

what if we came together

hoped brilliantly

took that faith and made multiple trips around the moon

and stared straight into the sun

with eyes wide open

and just stopped judging

what we saw

stopped controlling what we want

stopped trying to own the other

and accepted

every ugly, selfish, thoughtless

flaw simply because

and what if we held the other

even in those ugly moments

raising the frequency of each

heartbeat until they connect

and beat as one

what if we became one

she and he into a we.


About Sharon Brooks

About Sharon

Sharon Brooks is a writer who lives in Los Angeles, where she enjoys discovering new restaurants, organic gardening, and writing about love. She recently started a blog, Not Quite We, where she will share her very funny and very sweet stories of dating in the digital age.

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