America’s First Female Muslim Judge Found Floating in a River
“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.”
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.
Circle of Stones
“My mother masks my face. / Sharp lungful of lemon. / It’s like the trees have arms / that ask, that are asking”
self-exam
“before my exam i am in the waiting room / the windows yawn open like mouths”
For a long time
for a long time I think about isolated things like neighbors
“Cathedral Theory” & “Crawdad Theory”
“Dear priests in drag, dear builders of mazes, / dear anti-smoking billboards, I don’t know / exactly how to be good.”
The Language of Water
By Lee Peterson
“We cannot talk about refugees and not / talk about war or water. About the breath / into and out of the mouth and how this is union.”
Asking Why, Watching the Manta Ray Ballet at the Aquarium of the Americas
By Tobias Wray
“The stories we tell ourselves / leap and fall like fish into air, // back into the water—its quick / lip. Traffic happens by.”
After Frida Kahlo’s Sin Esperanza & the Crohn’s Diagnosis
“wheeled in on a bed three times her size. / A bouquet of rotting meats, / organs, & calaveras ensconced / between her lips.”
Five Summers
“i don’t want willingly am willful”