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.

PRAYER TO THE GOD OF MERCY

“We wait for a sign — I see each inhale and exhale / become all the moon phases she has witnessed.”

“Perhaps it is true what the poet said of love: how / My mouth a sheath, love & betrayal both are swords.”

“Days of rain, panic, Simone Weil, potential spam.”

“I’m the ultimate possibility, by which / I mean I wither beside my family tree.”

“There’s a slot machine in the corner that speaks / in bible verses. A serpent loops itself around my ankle.”

“The cans with exit wounds // made of summer and twisted aluminum. Sky the color of aluminum, / bright body ready to tread its knots.”

I had not been seventeen so long when Patter was published and Douglas Kearney came to town. In …

“The topology of your hands / maps your mother’s wounds, withstands / the force against cheeks, flushed.”

“The eyes of injustice strike deep as a bullet. The eyes of a revolutionary strike deeper through eternity.”