Love Poems in the Wasteland
By Guo Feifei
“I’d / let the quiet wastelands of our bodies overlap, be / watched by our neighbors in this country.”
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Suddenly, Life Birds in the Hungry Mouth of a New World Order
By CP Nwankwo
“what if / circuits vegetate like synapses in / a springing vine— / & all the dew-code glistens in blue sky?”
some field notes on nostalgia (disguised as a wikipedia page)
By Blue Nguyen
“Translation: / everything / is / oranges: / a cathedral / a small god.”
The Promised Land
“Late now and the ward has quieted / Still I can’t sleep this IV in my arm / the day stuck on my brow”
Interview with Aimee Nezhukumatathil, Judge of the 2025 Nature Poetry Prize
“Today here in March, a new study revealed we’ve lost 22% of the butterflies on this planet. I mean, we are not separate from nature so it’s crucial as human beings that we are always noticing, always observing while we have butterflies around, for example. We have everything to lose if we forget.”
Translation Errors
By Bella Zhou
“December’s flint and mudrust eats the shadows of long-maned mountains, lifting the latch of your body from its cheap blue seat.”
Community, Not Competition: A New Approach for Emerging Poets
“Competition is ingrained in the literary ecosystem. So much of being an emerging poet feels competitive, like you’re competing against other voices to be seen and read… But that doesn’t have to be all there is to being a poet.”
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”