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.

I think I hate gardening

“here, too caught up in their fear & old / bones & fear. All writhing knots & / fray.”

“■² opens me up to dine w/ wolves, ■³ is a phlebotomist ■⁴ a carnivorous flower / any further ■’s are ≥ gods”

“our names pierced through the pond’s surface tension / now fortified by the backs of algae.”

“the angel spends / his afternoons, ears pressed to the dirt, cataloging their theologies.”

“But isn’t it beautiful how I corral / the rifts with / metaphors? How I language / worry with wreaths”

“And where that cloud ends and other clouds begin / is open to discussion, and that conversation / is ongoing and unending”

“There was a world beyond that boundary of / unknowing. For lack of a better adjective, the // chatbot tells me it is almond-sized,”

“It’s an eyeless ocean, cold / and sibilant. It ruins me / to know that there’s an inner / body that I can’t access.”

“—A kind of evil, beauty looks cold in the eye of the ringsaw / —In the river, a strange fish holds itself against the grey water with swift”