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The Sheep and the Lambs
Never have I seen so many: hundreds of sheep and lambs, families gathered in clumps of two or …
Ghazal on the Day of & Ghazal Ghazal
“each sky’s / bloated yolk barrels toward the day of judgement. / seeded, I take seeds to stifle my soil’s waiting green.”
Johnny Cade told Ponyboy to stay gold
“our bodies / crispy cornbread edges / soak up sweet potato juice / our futures breath-bound /”
Goatwater #4
Goatwater is a column which explores the mystifying, joyous and liberating concept of Carnival through the New York …
Isla Verde
Here, where children sing Vete, where we ate fried plantains and roasted pork by the roadside, water has …
Poetry We Admire: Voice
For November’s Poetry We Admire, we curated poems that engage with “Voice” in some way. Sometimes that involves …
The Guest #8
By Robin Myers
In The Guest, poet and literary translator Robin Myers explores poetry translation as process, practice, vocation, meditation, and craft. Drawing …
Intersection #12
With Intersection, her monthly column, celebrated poet Chelsea Dingman enters a place of questions left hanging—of lyric understanding, …