poetry-magazineWoof, This HeatBy Kate PartridgeThe dentist is now the sameage as me, which is troubling,mostly because of what Ihave and have not done… Related Audio LivingLife ChoicesParenthoodYouthRelationshipsHome Life
poetry-magazineWeBy Joshua BennettThe money of the mind is attention, maybe.Which is not, initially, where I thought I’d begin,but we… Related Audio LivingParenthoodThe MindRelationshipsFamily & Ancestors
poetry-magazineA Force of NatureBy Paul TranMixed greens. Purple onions. BananaPeppers. Tomatoes. Avocados. Mayonnaise. Pepper. Sourdough.A stranger…LoveLivingParenthoodRelationshipsFamily & AncestorsLGBTQ+
poetry-magazineHaibun: Well Baby ClinicBy Kirsten Kaschock The sea, I mean. If you walk out into its maw without thought, you will die. I don’t care what kind… Related Audio Social CommentariesLivingParenthoodThe Body
Small Essays on Disappearance By J. Mae BarizoMorning in the city and the performancethat is Madison Avenue wearing diamondstuds for breakfast, my…Social CommentariesCities & Urban LifeRace & EthnicityLivingParenthoodThe MindDoubt & Contemplation
Words for WorryBy Li-Young LeeAnother word for father is worry. Worry boils the waterfor tea in the middle of the night.Worry trimmed…LivingParenthoodRelationshipsFamily & AncestorsHome Life
Take the I OutBy Sharon OldsBut I love the I, steel I-beamthat my father sold. They poured the pig ironinto the mold, and it fed out slowly,a bending jelly in the bath, and it hardened,Bessemer, blister, crucible, alloy, and hemarketed it, and bought bourbon, and...LivingLife ChoicesParenthoodThe MindRelationshipsHome LifeActivitiesJobs & WorkingMetersFree VerseTechniquesConfessionalImageryMetaphor + 7 more
poetry-magazineThe WakeBy Blas FalconerIn Francisco Oller’s El Velorio, a child lieson a table as if sleeping. It is covered in laceand blossoms… Related Audio LivingDeathParenthoodAnxiety & Insecurity
poetry-magazineSearchingBy Jordan PérezWhen the purple snap peas in the garden couldn’t find anything to grasp onto, the shoots ferned into… Related Audio LivingParenthoodRelationshipsFamily & Ancestors
The Vulture & the BodyBy Ada LimónOn my way to the fertility clinic, I pass five dead animals.First a raccoon with all four paws…NatureAnimalsLivingDeathParenthoodThe MindDoubt & ContemplationGrief
poetry-magazineThe KissBy Triin PajaI touch your curls and the nubs of antlers. our village is far, still audible: the melancholy of distant… Related Audio LivingDeathParenthoodMelancholy & Despair
poetry-magazineBulutlarBy Rüştü OnurBulutlar seren direklerinde, Bulutlar yelken dolusu. Arzular nar ağaçlarında Arzular sepetler dolusu… Related Audio LoveLivingParenthoodRelationshipsJoy & Contentment
poetry-magazineCloudsBy Rüştü OnurTranslated By Hüseyin Alhas & Ulaş ÖzgünClouds are on the yardarms, Clouds are sailful. Desires are on pomegranate trees Desires are basketful… Related Audio LoveLivingParenthoodRelationshipsJoy & Contentment
poetry-magazineMy Father Visits My Brother in JailBy Faisal MohyuddinNeither knows why the other is there. My brother is not allowed to say. My father is dead. Stop thinking… Related Audio LivingParenthoodSorrow & GrievingRelationshipsFamily & Ancestors
poetry-magazineCase StudyBy Christian J. CollierWe were ravaged by our loss, our child. In the shower, slightly past midnight,after I’d covered the … Related Audio LoveHeartache & LossLivingParenthoodGrief
poetry-magazineThe ComplineBy Christian J. CollierBetween us, there are one hundred oneumber haints in our home.In bed, we discussour future, our children… Related Audio ReligionFaith & DoubtLivingDeathParenthood
A Flower Given to My DaughterBy James JoyceFrail the white rose and frail areHer hands that gaveWhose soul is sere and palerThan time's wan wave…LivingParenthoodTime & BrevityJoy & Contentment
A Wyandot Cradle SongBy Bertrand N. O. WalkerHush thee and sleep, little one, The feathers on thy board sway to and fro; The shadows reach far downward…LivingInfancyParenthoodRelationshipsHome LifeTypes/ModesNursery Rhymes
A StoryBy Li-Young LeeSad is the man who is asked for a storyand can’t come up with one.His five-year-old son waits in his lap.Not the same story, Baba. A new one.The man rubs his chin, scratches his ear.In a room full of books...LivingGrowing OldParenthoodRelationshipsFamily & AncestorsDisappointment
poetry-magazineChimerasBy Brian SneedenMy daughter says she is the Wolf Singer.She plants the vertebrae of her enemieslike seeds. She’s three.I understand.I too wear my antlers most of the timenow. It only hurts the firsthundred years. Sometimes she says:I was herebefore, I looked in... Related Audio LivingParenthood