Poetry

We are so grateful to all of our partner-poets for sharing their work with us—please enjoy their beautiful words in our Featured Poetry catalogue.

The Sound of Listening

“shame / is just another word for refusing to burn / down the palace”

This May, Megan Kim spotlights four poems for Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month.

“I recited the what for you / The wallpaper, peristaltic, listened & interred”

“these studies are stirred / from other colors. The leaf turns / brown because it has been green / and gold and red.”

“I dwell inside / the eye of your brain, the word on the page: me, / split for anyone to try.”

How many words do I / know for hunger? What is the nestling space /
between two countries / of conflict called?

I vulture myself when I touch you, /
my stomach its own feast, my tongue a prayer for a tongue.

There are so many gods wanting my soreness. / I can bruise my forehead bowing before so many statues.

“lately I no longer want to know the lineage of this body, its cruel / names, its lonely machine,”