PSALM WITH PASSING TRAIN
“I held my own arms out / like a cross, wanting // to hold her back, to pull her / closer.”
“I held my own arms out / like a cross, wanting // to hold her back, to pull her / closer.”
Every 15th of the month: new deadlines, new contests, and new opportunities for your voice to find the world. The next six weeks include: Frontier Poetry, Tinderbox, Copper Nickel, Cave Canem, Black Warrior Review and Jabberwock.
By Kim Harvey
Time to turn up the heat on this chilly February with some Poetry We Admire on the theme of Eros— a specially selected curation of recently published poems full of sensuality, desire, and an exploration of erotic love.
By Leila Chatti
“There will be in your life an absence so big / you will not believe it. You will say Show me / the body, and they will not show you the body.”
“In April we will find her body. / It is March. New York is gray, in between / seasons like a heart undecided / between new love and loss.”
“My mother masks my face. / Sharp lungful of lemon. / It’s like the trees have arms / that ask, that are asking”
Community Feedback is our recurring column that provides an opportunity for our audience to get some quick, free & exceptional feedback on a new poem. This month’s guest editor is Heather Derr-Smith.
“before my exam i am in the waiting room / the windows yawn open like mouths”