Fire Season: Super Perennial
“in one dream, a rain shower in every room, matchbook tucked / into the hem of a yellow dress / fountain tumbling with smoke instead of water,”
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.
“in one dream, a rain shower in every room, matchbook tucked / into the hem of a yellow dress / fountain tumbling with smoke instead of water,”
By Lisa Compo
“Night collapsed into day. Silence fell, / somewhere a new dimension grew.”
By Sylvia Fox
“Here I kiss the peach fuzz undersides of dandelion leaves, / of sharp-edged thistle for the tingle left behind, / my mouth a new land too”
“combing a canyon meadow for wildflowers, letting pale tendrils trail / over my limbs. It’s all I’m good for, existence in the cadmium red stillness of summer.”
“Name this revenge. Name it absence. Name / the embers numberless as stars as / our daughter walks alone”
By Nwodo Divine
“At the mouth of the village, children gather snail shells. / They press them to their ears to listen to the death of rain.”
By Elane Kim
“I am leaving a message at the tone and a song / that will loop and a bird or two to peck at all the crumbs / I have left behind.”
By Salma Amrou
“peeling the skin of the same fruits until we peeled / back our own, to read our palms better, only // to find a line drawn straight down the middle, / one our mapless fingers could not cross.”
By Amelia
“There is a lamp in a motel room. / This lamp is important because it is what you will remember. / Focus on the lamp in great detail, leave out why you are there.”