Two Poems
“the blight it takes to crack / into a redflesh, juice splatter / at the neck and breast, thickthroated / with pulp”
Poetry We Admire: Love
For February’s PWA, our editors seek out poems that examine all the best, and the worst, of Love.
After a Line by Montaigne
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.”
Self-Portrait in Lieu of My EP
“It’s like that very first taste of hypocrisy, like that fetal position we practice and fittingly forget when the speakers pick me up with my filth”
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.
In Response to My Mother When She Says Hearing Me Read My Writing’s like Hearing God
“God // cannot be remission, the clear scan, a bell’s clang after my / last treatment.”
Huitlacoche
“Unhusk me if you must, call me / acquired, call me dirty, call me corn smut.”
Feral and Conjoined
By Nicole Homer
“They got in the car. All of them: the whore, the john, and me, staring at my knees. We were feral and conjoined from then.”