Flaming June
“combing a canyon meadow for wildflowers, letting pale tendrils trail / over my limbs. It’s all I’m good for, existence in the cadmium red stillness of summer.”
“combing a canyon meadow for wildflowers, letting pale tendrils trail / over my limbs. It’s all I’m good for, existence in the cadmium red stillness of summer.”
Please join us in congratulating these remarkable poets. Winners were selected by Aimee Nezhukumatathil.
“Name this revenge. Name it absence. Name / the embers numberless as stars as / our daughter walks alone”
By Nwodo Divine
“At the mouth of the village, children gather snail shells. / They press them to their ears to listen to the death of rain.”
We are so grateful to every poet who shares their work with us—please enjoy perusing the stunning work in our poetry archive.
By Elane Kim
“I am leaving a message at the tone and a song / that will loop and a bird or two to peck at all the crumbs / I have left behind.”
Every middle of the month: new deadlines, new contests, and new opportunities for your work to find its audience. Here is a roundup of ten submission opportunities with deadlines in the next two months.
By Salma Amrou
“peeling the skin of the same fruits until we peeled / back our own, to read our palms better, only // to find a line drawn straight down the middle, / one our mapless fingers could not cross.”