Deborah Allbritain

Deborah Allbritain

  MY PAST LIFE AS A MAN   If you stand near me, I’ll say this is my life now, not the one before this, me as the young clerk who...
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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...

Kimberly O’Connor

Let’s make a list. Wars, of course. / Count the wars: one, two, three, / four. And disease: ebola. Enterovirus D68. / Whooping cough. What else. Airstrikes, / or not. Peace protests, or not. Coal ash. / Radiation in the drinking water. The woman / in Liberia whose whole family died, / and now her village shuns her because— / but I already said ebola...

Emily Bludworth de Barrios

Emily Bludworth de Barrios

My pregnancy / was a long and happy nightmare // During which I ate / pint-sized tubs of ice cream and walked around the block // Becoming more tubby and unwieldy...

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