The Year of Little Harvest
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.”
Homograph
“has the widow given birth to new beings / or / has the widow given birth to fragments / of her loss”
LA VIRGEN DE GUADALUPE APPEARS IN MY BATHROOM MIRROR
“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.”
Poetry We Admire: Rising Poets
By Sara Dudo
In this Poetry We Admire column, we revisit some of our previous Rising Poet Prize winners to see what new poems they have published.
Featured Poetry
We are so grateful to every poet who shares their work with us—please enjoy perusing the stunning work in our poetry archive.
What Is Pupation If Not Purgatory Misdefined?
“Never have I known this body to be anything but ululation. / Blessed be the bodies beatified by dolour; / theirs is grief’s gospel, turned flesh.”
I Eat Poets’ Words for Dinner
“But when I seek a kindred spirit excited to chew the fatty gristle of the English language, I often have to scramble out of the trenches and run to the nearest poet.”
Night Of 1000 Apophases
By Will Summay
“my father siphons the dreams / out of my forehead before bed. / He draws out every last drop / & what is left?”