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I'm grateful to the editors of Cold Mountain Review for giving this, the only dog poem I've ever written, a home.Ā

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Cameron Alexander Lawrenceās āYesterday, As If Swimmingā and Kasia Clarkeās āMangrove Boardwalkā both resist a way through, choosing instead to dwell in the present for as long as possible. Lawrence āmake[s] room for what canāt stayā and tries to practice a āhospitality toward impermanence.ā To be hospitable is not simply to welcome in the strange or unknown, but to remain radically open to new ways of thinking and being, even if they run counter to our expectations.
Kristin George Bagdanov,Ā EDITORS RUMINATE: ON THE POETRY OF ISSUE 46, A WAY THROUGH
by Cameron A. Lawrence When the you who isnāt you calls the me who isnāt me, and says, Meet me in the East Village, Iāll walk forty blocks or more, however...
I'm happy to have a poemāa love poem (of sorts)āfeatured today at The Shallow Ends. With all gratitude to wonderful poet/editor Eloisa Amezcua for seeing something in it.Ā
New Work in THE BOILER
Many thanks to editor Sebastian Hasani PĆ”ramo for publishing my poemĀ āThe Weightā in the most recent issue of The Boiler.Ā
It can be a challenge to reinvent and repeat one image, to keep a momentum going through the tight space of a poem. Lawrenceās poem āI Will Love You in the Morningā gives us birds, birds, birds and I want even more, even after āone bird divides into three...
Hannah Cohen for The Wilds. Read the rest of her thoughts here.

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āFigsā in the new issue of West Branch
A big thank you to GC Waldrep and his crew of editors for giving my poemĀ āFigsā a home in their beautiful fall issue.Ā
If youāre looking for a magazine to subscribe to, Iād highly recommend this one.Ā
āI Will Love You in the Morningā ā New Poem in TYPO MagazineĀ
My sincere thanks to editorĀ Adam Clay for seeing something in this one and giving it space alongside some amazing poems.
Check out the whole issue atĀ typomag.com
New Work in Muse /A
I'm happy to have one of my poems, from an ongoing series interacting with the films of Ingmar Bergman, up today in the new issue of Muse /A, with thanks to editor Gregg Murray and the rest of his team. This poem focuses on Bergman's 1953 film by the same title, "Sawdust and Tinsel." Bergman remains one of the most important writers for meāI learn so much from him about the power of images to speak soul to soul, to say what can't be said.
Iām grateful to have my poemĀ āGood Fridayā in the latest Saint Katherine Review alongside the work of a bunch of people I love and admire.Ā
"But give me your silences,/ and I will wear them on my clothes,"
Many thanks to poetry editor Joe Hoover for giving this one a home in the latest issue of America.Ā

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New Work in VerdadĀ
Iām happy to have my poem āCrystal Ballā in the latest issue of Verdad, with thanks to poetry editor (and talented poet) Bill Neumire for taking it.Ā *Painting, also the cover of the issue, byĀ Louis Russomanno
New Work
Iām happy to have poems forthcoming in several magazines this year, including a handful that recently made their way into the world. My sincere gratitude to the editors of Pittsburgh Poetry Review (read: āDeleted Sceneā), Saint Katherine Review (read:Ā āProgress Reportā), The Cresset (read: āCity Planningā), and The Wheel (read:Ā āGod, If Youāre There, Iām Still Awake and Itās 4 AMā) for giving these poems a home.Ā
Thanks for reading! More to come.
Going East: Following the Path of Poetry and Liturgy
(FFWGR) Last year, I was honored to be on a panel with friends and fellow writers Angela Doll Carlson, Gaelan Gilbert and Scott Cairns at the Festival of Faith and Writing. Hereās a recording of our time together, just released.Ā
New Work in Wildness
Iām happy to have my poemĀ āCaveat Spectatorā in the new (and beautiful) issue of Wildness, based in the UK. My thanks to Michelle and Peter and the kind folks at Platypus Press.Ā
Iām grateful to the kind and talented Brent Newsom for giving two new poems of mine a home in the latest issue of Ink & Letters.Ā Hereās one from the issue:Ā EVERYTHING IS ALREADY INSIDE SOMETHING ELSE from the crumbs inside the toaster, to the moon inside the earthās orbit. But much closer to home: the car is ticking cool in the garage. His keys are in the basket. And in the bedroom heās inside her inside the dark, her familiar contours visible against the fingerprints of two calloused hands, instruments the priests wonāt hesitate to tell him he should press together in silence, that one day he might find God within himself, and himself within God. Yet lying here, cooling in his sweat with her asleep beside him, he somehow knows, is sureāhe already is, he already is.

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A literary press focused on the life of the spirit
Congrats to all the winners of this yearās Orison Anthology Awards, and Brandon Jordan Brown in particular! Iām grateful to have had my poem,Ā āBurning Mount Athos,ā selected as a finalist by Philip Metres (you must check out his book Sand Opera, and be sure to check out the good work the folks at Orison are doing).Ā
Commandments
in memory of Philando Castile
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Thou shalt not make the car slow, shalt not stop the breeze cooling a manās skin on a warm July evening.
Thou shalt not unbutton the leather holster, shalt not question a man and presume his answer.
Thou shalt not bow thyself to a gun, nor worship any fear strong enough to put pressure upon its trigger,
for the Lord thy God is a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them that hateā¦
Thou shalt not obstruct the light of dusk on a warm July evening, a gun barrel angled through the window.
Thou shalt not raise thy voice, thou shalt not.
Thou shalt not kill the childās innocence, four-years-old with braids in her hair, alone in the back seat with ringing ears.
Thou shalt not shoot the first bullet.
Thou shall not shoot the second bullet.
Thou shall not shoot the third bullet.
Thou shall not shoot the fourth bullet.
Thou shalt not kill the man who until moments ago was cruising on a warm July evening with windows down, his woman beside him.
Thou shalt not make the woman lie down on the asphalt.
Thou shalt not test the strength of a child to comfort her mother.
Thou shalt not murder yet another man for being a black man.
Thou shalt not mistake a black man for an abstraction.
Thou shalt not murder the black man named Philando Castile.
Thou shalt not burden millions of fathers, mothers, to hold their sons and daughters close for any reason but joy.
Thou shalt not murder the child of God, Philando, or his memory.
Thou shall not.
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Note:Ā On Wednesday night I went to bed early, after a long day of traveling home from abroad, and was woken early in the dark hours by my children. I lay in bed after putting them once again in theirs, unable to go back to sleep, and decided I would see what I had missed while in the air. My Facebook feed was awash in statements of mourning over the death of Philando Castile. I quickly found a story in the Times and lay there reading, in tears. When I later watched the video of what happened, the thing that came to mind was the sixth commandment: Thou shalt not kill. I wanted to write my own list of commandments that would amplify the message of that one, and to speak specifically to police shootings within the context of an all too familiar religious (though selectively applied) text.Ā