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.

Alba

“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”

“Of light and its many / moods between languorous and violent. Of / caring and solicitude and the far beach of walking.”