Initial Transmission 12.92.09:36
“The moon a waning crescent, / the earth a turquoise clock ticking into Capricorn, // landing scheduled, solstice Monday.”
“The moon a waning crescent, / the earth a turquoise clock ticking into Capricorn, // landing scheduled, solstice Monday.”
By Aman Alam
“He pressed his thumb into an apple / as if testing a bruise on the body of the world. / At dusk the fields turned the color of old bronze.”
By Ashley Mo
“Sweet-mouthed, this child— / a jukebox of fissures, built upon a mother’s wilting smile.”
By Carina Solis
“this is the second morning i’ve brushed my tongue / in spit. the stink of panic worse”
We are so grateful to every poet who shares their work with us—please enjoy perusing the stunning work in our poetry archive.
Every middle of the month: new deadlines, new contests, and new opportunities for your work to find its audience. Here is a roundup of ten submission opportunities with deadlines in the next two months.
“has the widow given birth to new beings / or / has the widow given birth to fragments / of her loss”
“Guadalupe tells me to pull it together! Time to chingona up, mija! / She palms my red nail polish and adorns her nails with OPI’s drop it like it’s hawt.”