Naomi Huan

Naomi Huan

  MY MAMA TOOK ME TO GO SHOPPING   My mama took me to go shopping because she had just got promoted from one cubical to...
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F. Daniel Rzicznek

F. Daniel Rzicznek

He chooses so late // and I fail to swerve—

Deborah Allbritain

Deborah Allbritain

Sometimes I dream of that boy on his deathbed, calling for water, // a cold cloth, just before he dies, the atoms of him beginning to collapse

Diaz

Joanne Diaz

When I look up, I see the prophecy of Venus / sprawled across the stars: I will tell you, and you will wonder / at the way old crimes lead to monstrosities.

Elizabeth Knapp

Elizabeth Knapp

Tonight the cicadas are deafening. / Nothing to do but lean into despair / the way one leans into a mirror.

Michael Collier

Michael Collier

Moments that were tender, if I can use that word, now rendered in memory’s worn face, have names attached and, less vivid, places ...

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Political Knott: David Rivard on Bill Knott’s “VOI (POEM) CES” | The Poem

One thing we can be certain of: were he alive, Bill’s poems would differ greatly from most of those now being written about our political situation.

Lawrence Raab

Lawrence Raab

“Not every kind of craziness makes sense. / Believe me, you’ve got to draw the line somewhere.”

R. Riekki

R. Riekki

I’m smelly— / brain full of spies, garlic in my asshole. I’m a cork, / a forty-foot pole. I’m a poet, which means I’m Spock / without the intelligence.

Laura Hartmark

Laura Hartmark

Sadness is easy / you just sit there / with a blood balloon below your voicebox, rising and falling like like ocean...

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