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.

Moths

“There are men / who feel like tissues balled inside fists, / who are victims of the soft and wet.”

“Breaking and warming, breaking, warming, warming, breaking, warming, warming, and breaking”

“It’s spring and we could’ve been / anything back from the dead”

“I wake and the world is shaking again birds / slam buoyant voices bruised goldmorning light”

“In Nepali, ghyu means love. In a couple of days the transparent ghyu freezes and turns translucent.”

“The water was a place / sequestered, isolate and strange, a small glove / for a smallish soul”

“It is not the act itself / that is abhorrent – / it is the admission, / the eyes, the ears / witnessing.”

This September, Associate Editor Benjamin Bartu curates poems that speak to, about, and through Disability.

“In absence, everything / becomes legible. A planchette drifts / over my left eye.”