
Highway Mothercode
“You tied a red string around my ankle, / saying this is how we will remember, // The faux-umbilical noose criminal”
“You tied a red string around my ankle, / saying this is how we will remember, // The faux-umbilical noose criminal”
“There is no one to call in the city / when night pulls the sharpest stars out of me,”
An introduction (or refresher) on how to write a submission cover letter, covering the “5Ws & 1H” questions.
“i tell them why wounds leave scars to outlive forgetfulness / to fit in any tense’s dresses”
We are so grateful to every poet who shares their work with us—please enjoy perusing the stunning work in our poetry archive.
By Sarah Horner
“I pull the frayed string / of the salad spinner and watch the backyard move: / a rhythmic ripple in the grass,”
By Iris Lee
“I fell in love with a broccoli woman whose head flowered / into florets of poetry. At first, her presence / was nutritious. We were both so green,”
By Kit Dwyer
“Mark distance by bridges, time by tide. / Stride over that flowing heart two, ten, twenty times a day, / until you forget what side your body is on.”