There are no Filipinos in Mississippi
“maybe it’s the new moon / nostrils, the rounded shape / of my face, or the way I look / at him, wondering, too.”
“maybe it’s the new moon / nostrils, the rounded shape / of my face, or the way I look / at him, wondering, too.”
By Summer Farah
In Poetry Double Features, poet, critic, and editor Summer Farah moves away from the capitalistic language of “comparative titles” and instead towards the indulgence possible in considering two poetry collections that complement each other. The books paired here are not necessarily similar, but Farah asks: what language, pleasure, or wonder might be uncovered when they are read together? Poetry Double Features is in praise of the beautiful and unruly process of reading, synthesizing, and parsing out connective threads. This month, Farah considers Your Blue and the Quiet Lament by Lubna Safi and White Blight by Athena Farrokhzad.
“My mother misses a version of me / who is dead. My mother yells / because her parents did not teach her / how to cry.”
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 July/August and September.
This July, Associate Editor Benjamin Bartu curates poems of curios and mementos.
By Weijia Pan
“Our numbers dwindle. We came from different / provinces, but die the same.”
By Summer Farah
In Poetry Double Features, poet, critic, and editor Summer Farah moves away from the capitalistic language of “comparative titles” and instead towards the indulgence possible in considering two poetry collections that complement each other. The books paired here are not necessarily similar, but Farah asks: what language, pleasure, or wonder might be uncovered when they are read together? Poetry Double Features is in praise of the beautiful and unruly process of reading, synthesizing, and parsing out connective threads. This month, Farah considers Gumbo Ya Ya by Aurielle Marie and Birthright by Goerge Abraham.
“Orange & blue room not a room / but a woven thing, mainly idea.”