When the river at last has fled its bed
“we parse the difference between / jealousy and envy / & carry curved sticks / pointing nowhere.”
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Confession
By Emily Hyland
“I was a dock at night: empty / parting–I got called in and a woman stuck a thing / inside me to / see another creature.”
Poetry We Admire: The Truth
This month, we admire and celebrate the work and words of Black poets.
other principles of floatation
“& no matter how dark the city, / the sun found a way to peel it off, shadow / by shadow by shadow.”
The Dim Force of Light
By A. Prevett
“what facts are there left / that can we truly hold onto / our rancid love / our knowledge / of milk / how it need not be / maternal”
Sonoran Desert
I recover each tiny thorn that’s / lodged itself into my sky-worn eyes. / Los ancantilados rojo han pinchado / el piel mío.
Intersection #7
With Intersection, her monthly column, celebrated poet Chelsea Dingman enters a place of questions left hanging—of lyric understanding, of addiction, and womanhood, and politics, and death.
Invocation
By Marlon Hacla (translated by Kristine Ong Muslim)
In the name of the rock. In the name of the lily blossom. / In the name of white paint smeared across a tomb.
Poetry We Admire: Motherhood
By Kim Harvey
For May’s Poetry We Admire, we curated five excellent poems from around the net on the theme of mothers/motherhood.