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My Father
“the wound across his back becomes / a mouth wide open, filled with blood, and me, / his child standing next to the body. / newly awakened”
Portrait of a Small Town Where the Flower Shop has Committed Suicide
By Eli Karren
“Our neighborhood drowns // in the violet hue of summer stolen, while evening arrives / like blueberries to concrete,”
anticipating flame
“who am I to bring the world / into our bed? If the nest comes under attack, let me / lose a feather or two in defense of what I know is true:”
2024-25 Previously Published Poem Prize: Winners & Finalists
Please join us in congratulating these remarkable poets. Winners were selected by Palette editors.
A church is any 2 who meet with me
“and only men can brush their hands across the / cages by the altar as the schoolchildren’s feet are clanking on the marble ceiling”
Deadlines: April & May 2025
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.
Cover Letter
“Satisfied bodies bloom green. / I othered art, / marketing my past.”
Jeans of the Disappeared Man
“the baby could have a family name, but spoken aloud, / he would be entirely American. John Paul, precious John Paul.”