Black Madonna
Hunger is a kind of sermon; to see a lonely thing and want to make it a part of yourself.
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.
Thoughts on Legs
By Maya Owen
“I make do, don’t / I, with my double-edged mind? / At this point, what haven’t I tried?”
Poetry (Resources) We Admire: Palestine
This July, Palette’s Poetry We Admire column seeks to pay attention to and elevate Palestinian voices, demands, and dreams of liberation in light of the ongoing occupation of Palestine.
Bathe All This in Light
“Between which silence / and which tongue will we find God? // Bathe all this in light. / One day we’ll darken into form.”
Gift
By Marie Ungar
“These days, I often wish I could scrape myself / out from the inside and exist as a thing / un-woman.”
I’m Not Saying Anything About the Schmidt Pain Scale
“his sister mentioned the mental illness that tunneled its way through the family tree, the honeycomb clusters of sisters & fathers & mothers & daughters”
Dramaturgy
“As if sin were a banked dark in flood-lit / Chiaroscuro. As if light / were revelation, as if gesture or illumination were / truth,”
Poetry We Admire: The Body
This June, Palette’s Poetry We Admire column looks at four recent poems which all engage with the theme of The Body, a site of growth, of memory, of loss and beginning, of wishes granted, left, or half-fulfilled.
Missing
I split the horizon of my body to get to the center— / a sparkly soft bellied fish, small enough / to swim in the color of your eye.