How to Identify Yourself with a Wound (2018)
By K B
“Who am I kidding; / I’ve only ever been a question. Laugh? Womb? Wound? Sure.”
Blog
Two Poems
“Do you think you / could recite the narrative lies / of my life? Like jewels lining / the vertebrae. Like architecture.”
The Guest #3
By Robin Myers
In The Guest, poet and literary translator Robin Myers explores poetry translation as process, practice, vocation, meditation, and craft.
When the river at last has fled its bed
“we parse the difference between / jealousy and envy / & carry curved sticks / pointing nowhere.”
Confession
By Emily Hyland
“I was a dock at night: empty / parting–I got called in and a woman stuck a thing / inside me to / see another creature.”
Poetry We Admire: The Truth
This month, we admire and celebrate the work and words of Black poets.
other principles of floatation
“& no matter how dark the city, / the sun found a way to peel it off, shadow / by shadow by shadow.”
The Dim Force of Light
By A. Prevett
“what facts are there left / that can we truly hold onto / our rancid love / our knowledge / of milk / how it need not be / maternal”
Sonoran Desert
I recover each tiny thorn that’s / lodged itself into my sky-worn eyes. / Los ancantilados rojo han pinchado / el piel mío.