Poempoetry-magazinebroken lyreBy Asha Futtermanmy hands are still my handslike my grandfather’s handsare his hands and theyare on the windowattached…
Poempoetry-magazineGrave-DiggingBy Rodney JonesIt was July. I must have been sixteen or seventeen,And proud to be chosen for a grown man’s work,Hollowing…
Poempoetry-magazineThe CallBy Ellen June WrightThe caregiver calls to tell me about mother,but I know she hasn’t slept. The security videosof her restless…
Poempoetry-magazineHereafterBy Kevin YoungOnce, in winter, I was blessed by lightning, the plane sudden struck—the boom of it, the cabin lit …
Poempoetry-magazineTime Is BlossomingBy Mo FeiTranslated By Wang PingAs if sweet olives blossomed again after the first Bailu frost, shadowsTalk, tiger tail grass talks,…
Poempoetry-magazineWe Must Be in the Harvest AgainBy Jessie LeitzelThe end of summerand our jalapeño plantis wilting, its stem brittleas the heat peelsaway from us,though…
Poempoetry-magazineAn OptimismBy Cameron Awkward-RichIt is morning. Remember that.It is morning and the house is quiet,so quiet that I can, for the moment…
Poempoetry-magazinePandemic Feature: The Breakfast ClubBy Peter Kline If we’re put here long enough, someone’s bound to learn something. The sweep of the second hand erases…
Poempoetry-magazineAs BeeBy Paula BohinceForgive my trespass, I mistook for work a crownof raspberries and custard. Thank you, tartlet, thank…
Poempoetry-magazineOf CicadasBy Luke AllanA wood is a collection of distances between trees. America is a collection of distances between cicadas…
Poempoetry-magazineMemorial DayBy Aaron ShurinAnd still one looks to the tree to paraphrase the sky, arbiter of wind and sun. The hills with their…
Poempoetry-magazineWar. Day 294By Olga LivshinDecember. In Odesa,power stations, shelled.Your father’s friendshivers in his apartmentcrammed with …
Poempoetry-magazineCrossingBy Ross WhiteI’m not the first man to lose his fatherslowly, not the first to wonderwhen I walk in the room if the…
Poempoetry-magazinePhysical EducationBy Joshua BennettFor the sake of argument, let’s saythe day my father outlawed all contactbetween backhand and face, …
Poempoetry-magazineWreckBy Stefania GomezFiremen cut the car open like a cake but whenthey reached through the windshield to pull me outthey …
Poempoetry-magazineThese Headphones Should Be FreeBy Kashawn TaylorI walk down a dim hall, and appreciate the coruscating layer of wax on the floor(how I could sleep there…
Poempoetry-magazineLook at our boots and spurs!By Angelina SáenzNoI don’t dance horsesI am not a mariachiI am not a baile folklorico dancerI am not the half-time show…
Poempoetry-magazineel abanicoBy ire’ne lara silvawe are taught the beauty of the rosethe serenity of the soft and the stillthe austerity of silver stars…
Poempoetry-magazineFour generationsBy Angelina SáenzThere is a framed photograph of my grandmotherShe is a young woman, sitting on a horse, vestida de china…