Poetry

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.

Poetry We Admire: SWANA Poets

This April, Associate Editor Benjamin Bartu curates poems by SWANA poets.

“The cherry / spit out / its pit. A spider / crawled the wall, / tasting the brick / with its forelegs.”

“a father’s shame is the base of every triangle, the root of every family tree.”

“O, Lorraine, I have / Been called strange & fruity, too: melon & / Lemon. Apple, mango, pine, cherry.”

“Am I allowed / to conjure the possibility of pain to protect / myself from the pain?”

“I sometimes long for watered-down brown tresses that know to bow to the comb’s might.”

“The window shows a starling / considering a seed. Some people leave behind / almost everything,”

of language. Not pistil, pistol. / Not violent, but violet.”

“The chambers of my heart are / infinite and many. / I fasten us beyond the last breath / and exempt us from death.”