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Oct 23, 2024 | 
electricliterature.com | Esteban C Rodriguez |Esteban M Rodríguez |January Gill O’Neil |Marianne Chan |Dan Leach
Reading Lists Abbie Kiefer recommends poems about the complexities of connection between a place and its people When asked in an interview about her relationship to her home state, Maine novelist Elizabeth Strout balked. “That’s like asking me what’s my relationship with my own body,” she said. “It’s just my DNA.” That’s how I feel too—that Maine, where I was born and lived until my mid-20s, is so central to my selfhood that its significance is impossible to articulate. I can’t stop trying...
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Oct 23, 2024 | electricliterature.com | Esteban C Rodriguez |Esteban M Rodríguez |January Gill O’Neil |Marianne Chan |Dan Leach
Reading Lists Abbie Kiefer recommends poems about the complexities of connection between a place and its people When asked in an interview about her relationship to her home state, Maine novelist Elizabeth Strout balked. “That’s like asking me what’s my relationship with my own body,” she said. “It’s just my DNA.” That’s how I feel too—that Maine, where I was born and lived until my mid-20s, is so central to my selfhood that its significance is impossible to articulate. I can’t stop trying...
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Oct 23, 2024 | electricliterature.com | Esteban C Rodriguez |Esteban M Rodríguez |January Gill O’Neil |Marianne Chan |Dan Leach
Reading Lists Abbie Kiefer recommends poems about the complexities of connection between a place and its people When asked in an interview about her relationship to her home state, Maine novelist Elizabeth Strout balked. “That’s like asking me what’s my relationship with my own body,” she said. “It’s just my DNA.” That’s how I feel too—that Maine, where I was born and lived until my mid-20s, is so central to my selfhood that its significance is impossible to articulate. I can’t stop trying...
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May 9, 2024 | 
poets.org | Hala Alyan |Jennifer L. Knox |January Gill O’Neil
Find and share the perfect poems. Were you hoping for a myth? The fleck of lipstick on a warm glass, soap suds, a vocal fry that feels like home. Tell me where it hurts, baby. There’s a URL for that. There’s a 12-step meeting two blocks from you, here’s a hotline, here’s a Gaelic love ballad. Let’s talk sharks, the number of bones in a peafowl, which gender is more likely to die underground. I dream of a cobalt glow in an empty room. I dream of your warm tongue.
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Apr 22, 2024 | 
thecommononline.org | January Gill O’Neil
Issue 27, Issue 27 Poetry, Poetry By JANUARY GILL O’NEIL —for Joseph O. LegaspiAnd when you whispered under your mask, I don’t think I can stand these two young lovers, bright as the low winter sun shining through the dingy subway car windows, I knew what you meant: maskless, giggling, boy holding girl by the waist, taking selfies on a gray seat made for two.
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Feb 6, 2024 | 
largeheartedboy.com | January Gill O’Neil
In the Book Notes series, authors create and discuss a music playlist that relates in some way to their recently published book. Previous contributors include Jesmyn Ward, Lauren Groff, Bret Easton Ellis, Celeste Ng, T.C. Boyle, Dana Spiotta, Amy Bloom, Aimee Bender, Roxane Gay, and many others. January Gill O’Neil’s poetry collectionGlitter Road is a vivid and evocative exploration of love and loss.
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Oct 13, 2023 | 
terrain.org | January Gill O’Neil
To HoldSo we’re dust. In the meantime, my wife and Imake the bed. Holding opposite edges of the sheet,we raise it, billowing, then pull it tight,measuring by eye as it falls into alignmentbetween us. We tug, fold, tuck. And if I’m lucky,she’ll remember a recent dream and tell me. One day we’ll lie down and not get up. One day, all we guard will be surrendered. Until then, we’ll go on learning to recognizewhat we love, and what it takesto tend what isn’t for our having.
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Oct 11, 2023 | 
terrain.org | January Gill O’Neil |Alberto Ríos
LocustWeybridge 1998Happiness surprised me in middle age:just in the nick of forty I found love,a steady job, a publisher, a home,ten acres and a sky-reflecting pond—a better ending than I’d expected. We built our own house on a bare hillsideand started planting trees: elm, maples, oak.
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Sep 22, 2023 | 
poets.org | Aria Aber |January Gill O’Neil
Find and share the perfect poems. Years before ever seeing California, I wrote a story titled “Oakland in Rain.” Rain served as an easy metaphor for the unexpected in a place known for abundance, and it provided a texture of melancholy. The nameless protagonist—an exiled drunk who was, of course, a thinly veiled version of myself—had lost her mind and believed the weather communicated with her: rain meant soberness, that she had been absolved of some sort of punishment.
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May 25, 2023 | 
thecommononline.org | Timothy Donnelly |January Gill O’Neil |Nguyen Hai Binh |Nguyên Bình
New poems by TIMOTHY DONNELLY, JANUARY GILL O’NEIL, and NGUYEN BINH Table of Contents: —Timothy Donnelly, “Eglantine” and “Mill” —January Gill O’Neil, “Us” —Nguyen Binh, “Two of the Graves by the Highway” and “Uncle” Eglantine By Timothy Donnelly after Marceline Desbordes-Valmore Thorn-blossom! Tender thing, prone to solitude like yours truly, don’t get it twisted if I reach out my hand— it isn’t to pluck you, who are my beacon down this path, but a gesture of acknowledgment common among my...
