How to Identify Yourself with a Wound (2018)
By K B
“Who am I kidding; / I’ve only ever been a question. Laugh? Womb? Wound? Sure.”
Confession
By Emily Hyland
“I was a dock at night: empty / parting–I got called in and a woman stuck a thing / inside me to / see another creature.”
Poetry We Admire: The Truth
This month, we admire and celebrate the work and words of Black poets.
other principles of floatation
“& no matter how dark the city, / the sun found a way to peel it off, shadow / by shadow by shadow.”
Featured Poetry
We are so grateful to all of our partner-poets for sharing their work with us—please enjoy their beautiful words in our Featured Poetry catalogue.
The Dim Force of Light
By A. Prevett
“what facts are there left / that can we truly hold onto / our rancid love / our knowledge / of milk / how it need not be / maternal”
Sonoran Desert
I recover each tiny thorn that’s / lodged itself into my sky-worn eyes. / Los ancantilados rojo han pinchado / el piel mío.
Intersection #7
With Intersection, her monthly column, celebrated poet Chelsea Dingman enters a place of questions left hanging—of lyric understanding, of addiction, and womanhood, and politics, and death.