Poempoetry-magazineAs BeeBy Paula BohinceForgive my trespass, I mistook for work a crownof raspberries and custard. Thank you, tartlet, thank…
Poempoetry-magazineA Children’s StoryBy Paula BohinceAgain, an ousted child or orphan happens onto a den.It happens then. Invitation by faun or badger to…
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-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-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-magazineMemorial DayBy Aaron ShurinAnd still one looks to the tree to paraphrase the sky, arbiter of wind and sun. The hills with their…
Poempoetry-magazineStreet FoodBy Daniel HalpernThe redolence of rose and new road.The attar of grass, recently cut.The fish-whiff of anchovy.The spinning…
Poempoetry-magazineWreckBy Stefania GomezFiremen cut the car open like a cake but whenthey reached through the windshield to pull me outthey …
Poempoetry-magazinePhysical EducationBy Joshua BennettFor the sake of argument, let’s saythe day my father outlawed all contactbetween backhand and face, …
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-magazineWar. Day 294By Olga LivshinDecember. In Odesa,power stations, shelled.Your father’s friendshivers in his apartmentcrammed with …
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…
Poempoetry-magazineYou are prettier when you are quietBy Angelina SáenzI am a feminist who loves my sportand the machismo in charrería often gets to meTo be clearI am not …
Poempoetry-magazineYou can thank us laterBy Angelina SáenzBrother charrodo you realizethat it is because of escaramuzathat you have an audience?Our performances…