A hundred-mile breath
“My mouth a messy mountain, a land- / mass of round-backed sounds, a bulge / of bleeding ballads.”
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Aubade with Notes on DNA
By JK Anowe
to memory / memory being the sound she made when i moved / through her / like nectar through
a wrist-cut / & she was throbless as / a cursed womb
Becoming Poet: Edward Hirsch
I had some dark moments in my late twenties when I didn’t think I would ever break through. It felt to me as if there were some invisible club that was trying to keep me out it. I was furious and determined. I tried to put my rage to work in the service of my art.
Deadlines for October: Manuscripts
We’ve got to be thankful to live in a world which offers so many opportunities for poets to get their work out there. Here are five presses and awards to submit your chapbooks to this month.
An Eagle’s Wing, the Leg of a Deer
“The pizza burns. Your poem gets published / in the New Yorker. No one reads it. / Everyone reads it. You eat the pizza.”
Community Feedback: Elegy for a Mother Who Died Alone by Louisa Muniz
Community Feedback is our recurring column that provides an opportunity for our audience to get some quick, free …
Land Line
“A man is licking my house. / An ordinary man. / Do I need to do something about it.”
Poetry We Admire: Rejections
With last month’s #shareyourrejection trend on Twitter, we set out to collect some of the best, most recent work centering on the theme of rejection.
