Hanoi Hilton
“And there is one year , thirty poems to recite, a flat metal to carve your face — I remember .”
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The house was full of dead bodies, it seemed
By E. Doolittle
“He is six and likes cooking and birds / and he isn’t quite what my father expected, / but no son could have been.”
Our Lady of the Scablands
By Linea Jantz
“here the setting sun tie-dyes the clouds / in shades of Lisa Frank”
FEAR INDEX
“GABBRO, a mineral a gravestone can be made out of. / As a child, I did not like to look at their names.”
Deluge: A Chinese Almanac
“Yet as / the tide climbed, I wondered: when the / floods arrived, would my prince be beside / me, willing to swim? Or would he, as my / mother’s bones hinted, flee?”
Prayer Circle
By Sa Whitley
“Miss Mary, she say, God is good, and Jon gonna be alright. My late Grandma / Dorothy in my dream say, Jon Boy, he alright, and her hands covered high / yellow in batter from frying us”
The Peasantry
By Weijia Pan
“I could read history from the back of your reddened skull. / You could read me directly, reflected in the eyes of passers-by.”
2024 Previously Published Poem Prize: Winners & Finalists
We are honored to share with everyone the winners and finalists of the 2024 Previously Published Poem Prize! Please join us in congratulating these remarkable poets. Winners were selected by Palette editors.
The Other Mothers
“My body reached its logical conclusion, red blood / over white feathers.”