Fear
“There was a world beyond that boundary of / unknowing. For lack of a better adjective, the // chatbot tells me it is almond-sized,”
“There was a world beyond that boundary of / unknowing. For lack of a better adjective, the // chatbot tells me it is almond-sized,”
In this Poetry We Admire column, we honor Renee Good by sharing her poetry and other poems pertinent to this moment in time, along with resources and organizations in Minnesota that you can support.
By Hayley Clin
“from sternum to Eden, / curving over ribs to stand / on the small of your back.”
“I lift my dress to reveal an abyss into which the audience begins falling. // I: Holes at the center.”
We are so grateful to every poet who shares their work with us—please enjoy perusing the stunning work in our poetry archive.
By Svetlana Sterlin & Rae White
“dormant injury flares fluorescence through insomnia / am I nothing but cat reclined in day’s fading sunbeam?”
By Samar Abulhassan & Sierra Nelson
“Is the poem on the underside / if I lift this letter up / like a barnacled rock?”
“And that magic’s smell—vernix and blood / and sweat and earth—I didn’t register it / as life. I sensed it and saw my decay.”