Sonnet with Jackson Pollock’s “The Deep” (1953)
“I stood silent I fell into that maw / of water blackened with air my own”
“I stood silent I fell into that maw / of water blackened with air my own”
This March, Associate Editor Benjamin Bartu curates poems about eating and being eaten.
“hands / that penned epics, chiseled limestone, callused / looping yarn around warp–we are / hyperbolic in recognition,”
“The puddles of my eyes ripen / into two giant green apples. Behind them / there’s a font where I met my reflection,”
By Ian Cappelli
“The newly bereaved / are attached to / becoming bereft. Pressing your / thumb into the wall, / new bombardment.”
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 February or March, including Electric Literature, Fugue Journal, Black Warrior Review, and more.
This Black History Month, associate editor Benjamin Bartu curates a selection of poems by Black poets.
By Caroline New
“I speak too much of apocalypse says my new love, / to whom I cannot admit the rings of Saturn are disappearing.”
By Shannan Mann
“15. The small god teetered in the cold galaxy like the skeleton of a star. / 16. Lord, I am frothing at the mouth.”