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.

Two Poems

“I don’t regret me / any: dipso, / amoroso, weirdo / and square.”

“Our numbers dwindle. We came from different / provinces, but die the same.”

“Orange & blue room not a room / but a woven thing, mainly idea.”

This June, Associate Editor Benjamin Bartu curates poems of pride & delight.

“Fields like bodies: / milk-need blooms wrapped in choke weed, / ash borne roots & children, children.”

“Can you use a compass to tell the time? What about a dictionary?”

“the scenes / of the damned reaching like hands / into the sunlight, sirens sounding–“

“his body / possessed the lithe assurance of a man / comfortable at catastrophe’s cusp.”

“You cut open / my thigh each evening to practice stitching it back together.”