Tag: Alison Stone

  • Poem Renaissance – Alison Stone

    Poem Renaissance – Alison Stone

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    Gyroscope Review is celebrating National Poetry Month with a Poem Renaissance, a review of previously published poems looking for new life and new views. Every day through May 20th, a new poem to fall in love with all over again. Pomegranateby Alison StonePersephone is eating seeds in hell,the tart rubies of departure.Barren fields have tales…

  • April 6 – Alison Stone

    April 6 – Alison Stone

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    Welcome to National Poetry Month and Gyroscope Review’s month-long celebration of poets – and their diverse Writing Assistants. Enjoy the audio/video works by previous Gyroscope Review poets, and be sure to check out the Author and fun Writing Assistant Bio at the end of each NPM poet post. Don’t forget to tag the poet on…

  • Origin Stories – Alison Stone

    Origin Stories – Alison Stone

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    Reverse Ghazal by Alison Stone (for B.) Secrets that lips hold back, the body shows. Be gone, Sun. In moonlight, the body glows. Rittenhouse sobs he shot in self-defense. Entry wound in the back, the body knows otherwise. The heart houses love, pumps blood. Is illness chance or debt the body owes? Top model insists…

  • Promopalooza – Alison Stone

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    Alison Stone Your Chapbook or Book Title, Press, Where available for sale. Zombies at the Disco by Alison Stone, Jacar Press What inspired you to write this Chapbook/Book? What else should we know about it? Or just add the Blurb. This is a book of contemporary ghazals, staying true to the form while broadening the…

  • Poet of the Day – Alison Stone

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    National Poetry Month April 26, 2020 Alison Stone Pandora   I’m a hot mess, ravishing disaster, blown into town under a blade-sharp moon. Men, you quiver as I slink by with my lipsticked smirk and box of troubles, ache at the sway of my skirt. You’ve never seen a woman’s hips before, never touched hair…