Amá 阿嬤
“awaits the low tide / the shapeless cloud / in watery strands of hope / all her now in this delicate vision”
“awaits the low tide / the shapeless cloud / in watery strands of hope / all her now in this delicate vision”
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.”
We are so grateful to every poet who shares their work with us—please enjoy perusing the stunning work in our poetry archive.
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.
“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.”
“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.”