“the blight it takes to crack / into a redflesh, juice splatter / at the neck and breast, thickthroated / with pulp”
For February’s PWA, our editors seek out poems that examine all the best, and the worst, of Love.
By Karen Rigby
“A throat holds as much song as you let it. / The span between a bird’s wings the same as a fist.”
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.
“God // cannot be remission, the clear scan, a bell’s clang after my / last treatment.”