
I’m not one of those who left my land
“And then if not my death then my life will be fashioned like orchids / pouring from the windows, all of my friends catching me in nets.”
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.
“And then if not my death then my life will be fashioned like orchids / pouring from the windows, all of my friends catching me in nets.”
“Salty Caramel” is a new poem by Adrian Cepeda, from his newest collection of erotic poetry: Between the Spine.
By Fred Maus
“Rainscrubbed leaves, / the lucid greens of succulents, / trees, vines, shrubs, specked / and caped with every color”
For March’s PWA, our editors sought out poems that explore that delicate, eternal subject, Spring. Featuring work from Leila Chatti in The Journal, Ruth Awad in Poem-a-Day, Dominica Phetteplace in the newest Copper Nickel, and Kate Gaskin in Thrush Poetry Journal.
“each time they wanted to believe the rose had not yet fallen / from their hands only to find it laying on the wet floor waiting for / a man to pick it up again.”
“Like we seeing in those days rain rain for days / And carrying roofs off houses, and throwing away clothes off lines, / And spoiling roads we manage force government build for us.
“For a sail, I’ll varnish this elm leaf from her garden / and stroke its shroud lines with licks of cherry red.”
“the blight it takes to crack / into a redflesh, juice splatter / at the neck and breast, thickthroated / with pulp”
By Anna Elkins
“In my language, earth / is an anagram for heart / (& angels glean / integrals & triangles / & lighted delight.)”