Over the Anvil We Stretch by Anis MojganiOver the Anvil We Stretch by Anis Mojgani

Over the Anvil We Stretch

byAnis Mojgani

Paperback | December 1, 2008

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Over The Anvil We Stretch contains swampy, powerful poems that are as exciting as the pocket knife you got for your birthday, the three legged frog on the lawn and the jar of marbles your mother kept in the kitchen. Mojgani's poems are the sound of the river and the stars burning above. He manages to capture the axe in the stump with blood still on the handle. Anis Mojgani has drawn a map of the country in the shape of his wild surreal poems. These are memories of a life, captured through the blue green filter of the bayou. Mojgani's latest poems are tinged with the sound of crickets spying on us in the darkness. They move forward honestly, brutally and sweetly. The reader will be led into briar patches as well as the moonlight just on the other side.
Title:Over the Anvil We StretchFormat:PaperbackDimensions:120 pages, 8.5 × 5.5 × 0.25 inPublished:December 1, 2008Publisher:Write Bloody PublishingLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:0981521347

ISBN - 13:9780981521343

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THE MANUALsqueeze 20 grapes in your cheeksbit downspit watermelon seedsI bet you five pieces you can't spit 'em further than mekick a canchase trainswave at strangersdrive an imaginary submarinemake one out of a boxsleep on a floor with a blanket and a lanterndraw birdslive foreverplant a treewrite your fist on a wallrun for no reason down the middle of the blocklaugh at something funnysmile at sweetnesshold your fingers around it so it doesn't fallfind a dark row in a movie theaterand make out with meyour kisses are a game of horseshoesI wish I were playingbeneath the stars fat and wet with lighthigh in the full black skyso big and silentit can carry us through this crazy thing dance under itlisten for the sounds the fields makethe tongues the trees are speaking inthe love the leaves are making with the windswallow it downthis is churchyour teeth tiny doors

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He's probably the best poetry slammer alive. The intellect, optimism and humility with which he speaks feel like proof of the relevance of "spoken word” as a genre. He processes the world in slices of beauty, frustration and sympathy...-Willamette Week Newspaper