Revisiting 2019: Our 50 Most Popular Posts of the Year

 

Dear As It Ought To Be Magazine Readers,

As we enter the next decade, I want to thank all of the writers and readers who have made our tenth year so successful. I take enormous pride in working with so many talented and inspiring writers. Without your brilliance and generosity of spirit and intellect, none of this would be possible. It has been a great privilege to publish your work on our site, and I hope to continue featuring diverse perspectives, challenging ideas, and unique voices for years to come. As a way to look back on what we accomplished in 2019, I have complied the 50 most popular posts of the year based on internet traffic and clicks.

Thank you again to everyone who wrote for, read, and promoted AIOTB Magazine in 2019. Let the 20s roar again!

Chase Dimock
Managing Editor

 

Poetry

Jason Baldinger:

Ishrat Bashir:

Jai Hamid Bashir:

Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal:

Jeffrey Betcher:

Ace Boggess:

Daniel Crocker:

John Dorsey:

Ryan Quinn Flanagan:

Tony Gloeggler:

Nathan Graziano:

Cord Moreski:

Jeanette Powers:

Stephen Roger Powers:

Jonathan K. Rice:

Kevin Ridgeway:

Damian Rucci:

Anna Saunders:

Larry Smith:

Nick Soluri:

William Taylor Jr.:

Alice Teeter:

Tiffany Troy:

Bunkong Tuon:

Agnes Vojta:

Kory Wells:

Brian Chander Wiora:

Dameion Wagner:

 

Nonfiction

Daniel Crocker:

Nathan Graziano:

John Guzlowski:

Cody Sexton:

Carrie Thompson:

 

Reviews 

Chase Dimock:

Mike James:

 

Photo Credit: Fire Works At New Year’s Eve via Wikimedia Commons, Public Domain

“Epistemology of Touch” By Jai Hamid Bashir

 

 

EPISTEMOLOGY OF TOUCH

This life: a sleep
that only holds one dream. Our atoms 

someday dashed and divided into
bloom. Through this secret: death 

is lonely, so it is endless. Ask of me 
how you didn’t know how long 

I had been fasting. 
Could we ever resurface 

in an event horizon before 
oblivion?  Leafy light 

cradling the last birdcall.
Shifting night to morning to hold

your shoulders. Was there ever an Atlas
on the table where I put bills? Only birds

when we got to the mountaintop to receive
the message. Eventide pulled in all smoke 

from the city. In synapses of words themselves 
returning from a black hole, the latest dream. 

It was so cold we slept like The Lovers 
wrapped in a whiter shade of pale our faces 

barely touching. Remember 
tides do not rip at the seam. Turning 

on and on. To face the faces you have let 
down. So rolling stones join bluedark buzz of moss.

 

 

About the Author: Jai Hamid Bashir is a Pakistani-American and second-generation artist. She is an MFA candidate at Columbia University where she was awarded the Linda Corrente Poetry Fellowship. Her work has appeared in Palette Poetry, The Margins | Asian American Writer’s Workshop, Sierra Magazine, Poets.org, and others.

 

Image Credit: Joos Van Cleve detail from Portrait of Joris Jacobs Vezelaer (1518) Public Domain