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.

Dear Austin,

I don’t pray but my body speaks in wracks and / heaves. I sigh. My heart does its own thing, the organs / comply.

“When I could not disappear my humanity, I tried being amiable, / as though good cheer were an argument for existence.”

“In real life, deadened by self-knowledge: / what would it mean to slice and study now?”

“shame / is just another word for refusing to burn / down the palace”

This May, Megan Kim spotlights four poems for Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month.

“I recited the what for you / The wallpaper, peristaltic, listened & interred”

“these studies are stirred / from other colors. The leaf turns / brown because it has been green / and gold and red.”

“I dwell inside / the eye of your brain, the word on the page: me, / split for anyone to try.”

How many words do I / know for hunger? What is the nestling space /
between two countries / of conflict called?