POETRY

7 04, 2019

Laura Buccieri | Poetry

2019-04-07T18:28:54-04:00

sometimes I’m a disaster without knowing sometimes I’m looking at you my happiness completely in your hands love is pressure but it is also a few good consecutive calm moments

Laura Buccieri | Poetry2019-04-07T18:28:54-04:00
4 04, 2019

Ron Riekki | Poetry

2019-04-04T20:50:30-04:00

The call keeps dropping for the Arctic photographer on NPR, his voice fine and crisp and then suddenly drowned in a closet, choked by the devil

Ron Riekki | Poetry2019-04-04T20:50:30-04:00
26 02, 2019

m/ryan murphy | Poetry

2019-02-27T16:44:14-04:00

m/ryan murphy lives in Brooklyn, NY via Mississippi. Some of their work exists in or is forthcoming from Entropy, The Felt, The Poetry Project Newsletter, and Anomaly. [...]

m/ryan murphy | Poetry2019-02-27T16:44:14-04:00
24 02, 2019

Aya Satoh | Poetry

2019-02-26T23:01:08-04:00

For example, my brother can’t write our last name in kanji but our obachan made me practice it for 20 minutes straight until it was beautiful enough to be written by an actual 日本人。.

Aya Satoh | Poetry2019-02-26T23:01:08-04:00
23 02, 2019

Dorothy Chan | Poetry

2019-02-27T13:20:25-04:00

I-coordinate-blue-and-pink-outfits-with, why don’t we / just nix the whole wedding idea, disappoint our parents, / and just go somewhere and eat wedding cakes?

Dorothy Chan | Poetry2019-02-27T13:20:25-04:00
30 12, 2018

Amalie Kwassman | Poetry

2019-01-03T11:24:45-04:00

still telling the same story in the hospital / about how grandma was choking and choking on that pill / but she got it down with just a little bit of applesauce

Amalie Kwassman | Poetry2019-01-03T11:24:45-04:00
31 10, 2018

George Abraham | Poetry

2018-12-29T00:52:27-04:00

i want to write about the blueberries i picked from the throat of a New England fall afternoon; how my hands plucked each branch like a familiar melody.

George Abraham | Poetry2018-12-29T00:52:27-04:00
29 10, 2018

Kwame Opoku-Duku | Poetry

2018-11-26T18:02:02-04:00

brother i was in a dream state/ Jesus was there/ & Gil Scott-Heron/ & the only sound/ the whirr of the ceiling fan/ brother/ the night we took

Kwame Opoku-Duku | Poetry2018-11-26T18:02:02-04:00
2 10, 2018

Robin Richardson | Poetry

2018-12-26T21:13:44-04:00

“You mistook his peace for shyness mistook the blue for pools the eyes for danger because all the other eyes of all the other boys hid hostage narratives”

Robin Richardson | Poetry2018-12-26T21:13:44-04:00
2 10, 2018

Rita Mookerjee | Poetry

2018-11-26T17:24:33-04:00

“I was nobody’s angel in the centerfold/too ballet scrawny to have any curves/too darkskinned to light up a room/too short to tower over my haters”

Rita Mookerjee | Poetry2018-11-26T17:24:33-04:00
2 10, 2018

Penelope Romo | Poetry

2018-12-26T21:26:04-04:00

“because i had to, because/there is no room in the anglo o rthography /for an accented o, an ó/who is a mother with an umbilical cord/hanging out loose”

Penelope Romo | Poetry2018-12-26T21:26:04-04:00
2 10, 2018

Hannah Cohen | Poetry

2018-11-26T17:25:29-04:00

“my children will begin to understand sometimes Dads are not your real Dads maybe their real Dad is still wandering no change of clothes no cash no comb”

Hannah Cohen | Poetry2018-11-26T17:25:29-04:00
2 10, 2018

Catch Business | Poetry

2018-12-10T19:24:28-04:00

“i can imagine you imagining me doing that with you like i was imagining in that moment / you never really know what the other person is thinking but i thought if we were off the clock i would try to find a way to kiss you”

Catch Business | Poetry2018-12-10T19:24:28-04:00
2 10, 2018

Alison Kronstadt | Poetry

2018-11-26T17:26:29-04:00

“& what should I have grown up to be? She tried. Parted our hair to the side. Let two boys throw love at her one stuck she thought it was a miracle.”

Alison Kronstadt | Poetry2018-11-26T17:26:29-04:00
29 08, 2018

Allyson Young | Poetry

2018-11-26T17:27:09-04:00

“According to National Geographic, scientists have now developed the technology by which to grow tiny human hearts on spinach leaves.”

Allyson Young | Poetry2018-11-26T17:27:09-04:00
29 08, 2018

Rena Priest | Poetry

2018-11-26T18:11:42-04:00

“The super sacredness of this,/my real Indian poem,/is going to absolve all white guilt, /but only if you buy my book…”

Rena Priest | Poetry2018-11-26T18:11:42-04:00
30 07, 2018

Natalie E. Illum | Poetry

2018-11-26T18:17:05-04:00

“if her allergens would keep to themselves./God forbid you have to be mindful/of dairy or cross contamination./...God forbid you ever worry/about the size and symbols/of a bathroom stall.”

Natalie E. Illum | Poetry2018-11-26T18:17:05-04:00
30 07, 2018

Maitreyi Ray | Poetry

2018-11-26T18:17:23-04:00

“Slender girl with thick black plaits hides her teeth/from me when she smiles. her friendship is bravery./my body is violence.”

Maitreyi Ray | Poetry2018-11-26T18:17:23-04:00
30 07, 2018

Karen An-Hwei Lee | Poetry

2018-12-27T00:42:57-04:00

“4. “Drink a daily glass of kombucha instead of sweet tea, blue algae, or cola.”/5. “Is kombucha similar to zero-calorie water or rambutan agua fresca?”/6. “You look so young. Do you drink a lot of kombucha or is it the melanin?”’

Karen An-Hwei Lee | Poetry2018-12-27T00:42:57-04:00
30 07, 2018

Colette Arrand | Poetry

2018-11-26T18:19:09-04:00

“When cis men say they worry/about dying in the floodwaters of a former/sheet of ice, I think it must be nice, the privilege/that allows a cis man to worry about drowning…”

Colette Arrand | Poetry2018-11-26T18:19:09-04:00
30 06, 2018

Teo Mungaray | Poetry

2018-11-03T01:27:42-04:00

“funny how death isn’t much on the mind isn’t much a real thing isn’t much a/ concern until your body is a galactic crucible is a pillar of creation for the death-makers”

Teo Mungaray | Poetry2018-11-03T01:27:42-04:00
30 06, 2018

Sagirah Shahid | Poetry

2018-11-26T17:41:27-04:00

“Yesterday, I spent hours stroking the glean off my phone/until it erased every dead thing, until the dead were entwined/into its body.”

Sagirah Shahid | Poetry2018-11-26T17:41:27-04:00
30 05, 2018

Brandon Melendez | Poetry

2018-11-03T01:36:58-04:00

“if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.” “if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.”

Brandon Melendez | Poetry2018-11-03T01:36:58-04:00
30 05, 2018

Kimberly Reyes | Poetry

2018-11-26T18:26:03-04:00

“He grabs and grabs your hand and you keep going, daring and bargaining and begging for grace, trapped in all the muck and fluidity of the in between space.”

Kimberly Reyes | Poetry2018-11-26T18:26:03-04:00