Poetry We Admire: Tipping Points
This August’s Poetry We Admire comes on the heels of a month which saw the release of the …
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Still Life
“Easily, the dead are the wittiest among us, and you among them, lying there that evening, so peaceful, as though only just resting.”
Knee Length #2
By Khalisa Rae
In Knee-Length, poet and journalist Khalisa Rae navigates the nuances of an inherited conservative legacy. Pulling from memories of her religious upbringing and education, family history, and matrilineal teachings, Knee Length is a history reimagined and excavated—a rebellious relearning of desire and respectability, family and faith.
The Future at My Father’s Feet
By Sara Elkamel
“Some say on the night of its flowering, a corpse flower will smell like it’s dying. It’s a good thing I’m good, and not flowering.”
Not Everything is Linear, but We are Still Done
“I hold hate in my heart, a hearth. / My hands, kindling.”
Two Poems
By Carlina Duan
“I was creamy / with hope. red muck of stars to line my / underwear. my abdomen thick / with ghosts”
The Present of Poetry
By Serrina Zou
“There is never enough bleach to taint our country clean, only enough / body politics to call ourselves a nation.”
Slipped Stitches
Someone has fake-planted geraniums in a pot down the block from me / and though they are too bright and untextured to be real, they still / sometimes fool me.
Black Madonna
Hunger is a kind of sermon; to see a lonely thing and want to make it a part of yourself.