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.

Isla Verde

Here, where children sing Vete, where we ate fried plantains and roasted pork by the roadside, water has …

“Everyone with their lovers or in nature, / coming up to touch each other in the dawn / kitchen. My aloneness has a shape to it.”

I’m exiting this place the wound at the back of my throat means tomorrow a little more …

[Niggas] be asking me what then is left of the song; shut up, get you a scapel, cut …

Perhaps grace is a tangible thing only to the one who watches another bleed. The bullet misses everything …

The distance between the bullet & the body is a protest poem; I too am just a metaphor …

“I think of my body, discolored and / crude, hospitable only to the / mouth it loves and the rhythm / that follows.”

“EXT. ARCTIC TUNDRA – SUNRISE / a hand hangs exanimate by the side of the bed, nails painted in empyrean blue”