PoemA Song of ChangganBy Li BaiTranslated By Keith HolyoakBack when my hair barely covered my foreheadI was picking flowers in front of the gate.You rode over…
Poempoetry-magazineThe Closet WeeperBy Mitchell GlazierStiletto melon collies, a tinsel mystic streaks our homeplace.Lantern flies triple from the sleeping…
Poempoetry-magazineWork EthicBy Heidi WilliamsonYou’re fifteen and nowhere in a town on the edge of pitiful lands stripped of fruit. The burger van’…
Poempoetry-magazineWoof, This HeatBy Kate PartridgeThe dentist is now the sameage as me, which is troubling,mostly because of what Ihave and have not done…
Poempoetry-magazinePhysical EducationBy Joshua BennettFor the sake of argument, let’s saythe day my father outlawed all contactbetween backhand and face, …
Poempoetry-magazineCherryBy Yi Li I love cherries. The fruit, juice, jam, blossoms, prints on a summer dress, in a black forest cake…
Poempoetry-magazineme llamo vientoBy ire’ne lara silvathey announce us Valentina Covarrubias montada en Vientomy girl does not cower does not wave or smile…
PoemDon't TouchBy Sarah CarsonThe first gun we knew came in a toolbox for the apocalypse: hammer, barrel, crushed can, pack of Newports…
PoemStories No One Wants to Hear [V-XII]By Anastasia Taylor-Lindv.Isn’t it dangerous to be a woman? Surrounded by men, questionsabout risk-taking, parenting (I’m childless…
Poempoetry-magazineWhere’s My Moon?By Carole Boston WeatherfordGazing at the sky, all cloud-strewnA child wonders, Where’s my moon?Child cries a river like a monsoon…
Poempoetry-magazineWhere the Sky IsBy Anya JohnsonAfter the storm, Zach and the girls sprawled on the dock, legs disappeared in the lake. They were arguing…
Poempoetry-magazineTwo BillsBy Phil Kayeand yes it does beg the question why a nine-year-old needs two twenty-dollar bills still sticky and …
Poempoetry-magazineLana Del Rey on Country RoadsBy Tamsin MooreLong, empty roads stretching as long as the gas tank is willing— Sixty-seven dollars left from last …
Poempoetry-magazineTangled BraidsBy Abriella Guertin twin plaits down my freckled back shining in suburban sunlight. my mother’s hands made…