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.

[DISARTICULATED PROSE POEM]

“The newly bereaved / are attached to / becoming bereft. Pressing your / thumb into the wall, / new bombardment.”

This Black History Month, associate editor Benjamin Bartu curates a selection of poems by Black poets.

“I speak too much of apocalypse says my new love, / to whom I cannot admit the rings of Saturn are disappearing.”

“15. The small god teetered in the cold galaxy like the skeleton of a star. / 16. Lord, I am frothing at the mouth.”

“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”