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.

The Bookcase

“All night I lay awake to owl song / five birds at the window / low and solemn.”

“I remember / the previous night’s rain still dripping / from his eaves, the Crape Myrtles huddled / along his street”

“the radio trembled like it had been kissed / by static or God. I’m a sharkish girl / with a rude mouth, new molars jagged”

“Let the heart / sit motionless as a stone, flat as that / theory about the flatness / of the Earth.”

“In the museum of traveling bodies, / I peel off my gender and my first name”

“Like the road / and the crows / I too am addicted / to seeing more”

This January, Associate Editor Benjamin Bartu curates poems around the theme of Field Guides.

“tell me of the hundred eyes / howling at the small moon / of your heel. each hurricane / you set in a man’s chest.”

“I have decided to be happy in spite of everything that came before, and because of it.”