Deborah Ager

Deborah Ager Poems

The yard half a yard,
half a lake blue as a corpse.
The lake will tell things you long to hear:
get away from here.
...

Rain drenches the patio stones.
All night was spent waiting
for an earthquake, and instead
...

Florida

An Airedale rolling through green frost,
cabbage palms pointing their accusing leaves
...

We are what we repeatedly do.
—Aristotle

You know how it is waking
...

5.

Over the fence, the dead settle in
for a journey. Nine o'clock.
You are alone for the first time
today. Boys asleep. Husband out.
...

The city is closing for the night.
Stores draw their blinds one by one,
and it's dark again, save for the dim
...

The factory siren tells workers time to go home
tells them the evening has begun.
When living with the tall man
...

They tell me that your heart
has been found in Iowa,
pumping along Interstate 35.
Do you want it back?
...

When I knew, it was raining.
Winter in decline. I was tired.
You in your soaked shirt diffused
into the western sky bulging with clouds,
...

Deborah Ager Biography

Deborah Ager is an American poet. Life Ager founded the poetry magazine known as 32 poems or 32 Poems Magazine in 2003 with the poet John Poch. She was educated at the University of Maryland (B.A.) and the University of Florida (M.F.A.). Her writing has appeared in New England Review, The Georgia Review, Birmingham Poetry Review, Los Angeles Review, Barn Owl, North American Review, and Best New Poets 2006. She has received fellowships and/or scholarships from the MacDowell Colony, the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts, the Atlantic Center for the Arts, the Mid Atlantic Arts Foundation. She was a Walter E. Dakin fellow at the Sewanee Writers' Conference as well as a Tennessee Williams Scholar. Her manuscript, Midnight Voices, was a semifinalist for the A. Poulin, Jr. Poetry Prize in 2007 before being accepted for publication by Cherry Grove Collections. In 2011, she edited the poetry anthology Poetry Doesn't Need You with the poet John Poch and scholar Bill Beverly. The book is forthcoming in 2012.)

The Best Poem Of Deborah Ager

The Lake

The yard half a yard,
half a lake blue as a corpse.
The lake will tell things you long to hear:
get away from here.
Three o'clock. Dry leaves rat-tat like maracas.

Whisky-colored grass
breaks at every step and trees
are slowly realizing they are nude.
How long will you stay?
For the lake asks questions you want to hear, too.

Months have passed since, well,
everything. Since buildings stood
black against sky, rain hissed from sidewalks
and curled around you.
O, how those avenues once seemed menacing!

I know what you miss
sings this lake. Car horns groaning
in rush hour. Sweet coffee. Wind
pounding like hammers. Warmth of a lover.
Crickets humming love songs to the street.

Deborah Ager Comments

Loser 27 March 2018

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John Doe 15 March 2017

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John Doe 15 March 2017

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