
Confession
By Emily Hyland
“I was a dock at night: empty / parting–I got called in and a woman stuck a thing / inside me to / see another creature.”
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.
By Emily Hyland
“I was a dock at night: empty / parting–I got called in and a woman stuck a thing / inside me to / see another creature.”
This month, we admire and celebrate the work and words of Black poets.
“& no matter how dark the city, / the sun found a way to peel it off, shadow / by shadow by shadow.”
By A. Prevett
“what facts are there left / that can we truly hold onto / our rancid love / our knowledge / of milk / how it need not be / maternal”
I recover each tiny thorn that’s / lodged itself into my sky-worn eyes. / Los ancantilados rojo han pinchado / el piel mío.
By Marlon Hacla (translated by Kristine Ong Muslim)
In the name of the rock. In the name of the lily blossom. / In the name of white paint smeared across a tomb.
By Kim Harvey
For May’s Poetry We Admire, we curated five excellent poems from around the net on the theme of mothers/motherhood.
By Donnalyn Xu
“without the rain i undress the night myself / like the skin of bruised fruit”
By Lise Goett
“Alden is a bookman. // The gift of a great bookman lies in his ability to pick out the right book for anyone”