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“What goddess of war / Came to me as a boy; dumb, / Summer-sweat wet child?”
“What goddess of war / Came to me as a boy; dumb, / Summer-sweat wet child?”
“I want to be enough, but it’s still an outline / of a woman inside the outline of another woman.”
By Wendy Miles
“No one walks to the water alone. / There are ghosts. There are clusters of trees.”
With Intersections, her monthly column, celebrated poet Chelsea Dingman enters a place of questions left hanging—of lyric, of addiction, and womanhood and politics and death.
By Dorothy Chan
“I know what I’m getting myself into / when he’s naked in bed, and I’m doodling / bears, bows, speech balloons, and bunnies”
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’s $5k OPEN Prize, Crab Creek Review, Harvard Review, Copper Canyon, Tinderbox, Typehouse, & more.
By Kim Harvey
This month we feature poems from Parentheses Journal, SWWIM, BOAAT Press, Poets Reading the News, The Hellebore Press, and Juke Joint Magazine. Let us share in a holiday feast of words from the grocery aisle to the roast and sautéed greens with ice cream and peach cobbler for dessert, and Reynolds-wrapped leftovers for later.
Guest judge Kim Addonizio had a difficult time choosing from our exceptional finalists, all read blind, but in the end, she selected Cassandra J. Bruner to take the $3000 prize. Congratulations to Cassandra, and to all of our winners and finalists!
By Frank Paino
“I have seen monks burning / in their saffron robes for days, / coaxing sand from throats / of silver”