Poempoetry-magazineFrom “First Light: 88 Frequencies” [“I feel/felt by”]By CAConrad I feel felt by another but I’malone in the room
Poempoetry-magazineSelf-Portrait as the MountainBy Xin QijiTranslated By Shangyang Fangto the tune “he xin lang: toasting the bridegroom”Now that I am old and those who crossed the mountains…
Poempoetry-magazine贺新郎By Xin Qiji甚矣吾衰矣。怅平⽣、交游零落,只今余⼏!⽩发空垂三千丈,⼀笑⼈间万事。问何物、能令公喜?我见青⼭多妩媚,料青⼭见我应如是。情与貌,略相似。⼀尊搔⾸东窗⾥。想渊明、《停云》诗就,此时风味。江左沉酣求名者…
Poempoetry-magazinelo nuestroBy ire’ne lara silvait was the truest thing to say a sisterhood born of struggling and dreaming and trainingit was the truest…
Poempoetry-magazinewhat the ghosts of las adelitas say in the afterlife part 1By ire’ne lara silvawe didn’t have time for ribbons or petticoats orhigh-necked dresses no time for sidesaddles orsingle…
ArticleI’ll Write You a Good LetterBy Yasmine ShammaJoe Brainard's letters are playful, elusive, and hungry for art.
PoemKnucklehead Learns a New WordBy Zach CzaiaI'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the yearthat I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages…
PoemIf You Would Understand What Happened on the Road to DamascusBy Zach CzaiaOpen your mouth. Your tongue,put it out. Let it wait.Let it wait till it isdry and cool. Let it wait…
Poempoetry-magazineGirl Blood Ritual TwoBy Amelia LoefflerYou might be wondering how I got here:red handed, pants down, under the bleachersby the football field…
Poempoetry-magazineGirl Blood Ritual OneBy Amelia Loeffler In kindergarten, I find myself sitting cross-legged on the playground, having a nosebleed. Steady, …
PoemUntoward Occurrence at Embassy Suites Poetry ReadingBy Randall MannFirst I want to thank you all for coming,for standing so patiently in line.I know these are difficult…
PoemGuilt or Dread What An Amazing Instrument You AreBy Karen Houle Pulling the foreign body off me— out of the dress up over my arms through the neckhole— he says, You…
PoemThe Night Before My PiP Tribunal I See My DeadBy Karl KnightsYou left a note.‘Please don’t judge metoo harshly.’ I read itat your memorial.I hate that my voicedidn…
Poempoetry-magazineFarmers’ MarketBy Molly FiskYesterday I was so lonely I could barely walk, my friend being mobbed by her grandchildren as we made…
PoemHattie McDaniel Arrives at the Coconut GroveBy Rita Dovelate, in aqua and ermine, gardeniasscaling her left sleeve in a spasm of scent,her gloves white, her…