Deadlines: November & December 2020
Every middle of the month: new deadlines, new contests, and new opportunities for your voice to find the …
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LEAVEN
I’m exiting this place the wound at the back of my throat means tomorrow a little more …
Winners and Finalists of the 2020 Palette Poetry Prize!
We are honored to share with everyone the winners, finalists, and longlist of the 2020 Palette Poetry Prize, …
I Listen To the Version of a Lil Wayne Track Where the Words Niggas, Fuckin’, Shit, Dick, Ass, Bitch, and Pussy Have Been Bleeped Out
[Niggas] be asking me what then is left of the song; shut up, get you a scapel, cut …
It is Impossible to Live
Perhaps grace is a tangible thing only to the one who watches another bleed. The bullet misses everything …
Requiem for a Democracy
The distance between the bullet & the body is a protest poem; I too am just a metaphor …
UP FOR SLAUGHTER
“I think of my body, discolored and / crude, hospitable only to the / mouth it loves and the rhythm / that follows.”
Goatwater #3
Goatwater is a column which explores the mystifying, joyous and liberating concept of Carnival through the New York born and raised, Caribbean-American perspective of poet and artist Tiffany Osedra Miller.
my death as an A24 movie: ‘and the trees will whisper his name as gospel’
“EXT. ARCTIC TUNDRA – SUNRISE / a hand hangs exanimate by the side of the bed, nails painted in empyrean blue”