
The Water
By Wendy Miles
“No one walks to the water alone. / There are ghosts. There are clusters of trees.”
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 Wendy Miles
“No one walks to the water alone. / There are ghosts. There are clusters of trees.”
By Dorothy Chan
“I know what I’m getting myself into / when he’s naked in bed, and I’m doodling / bears, bows, speech balloons, and bunnies”
By Kim Harvey
This month we feature poems from Parentheses Journal, SWWIM, BOAAT Press, Poets Reading the News, The Hellebore Press, and Juke Joint Magazine. Let us share in a holiday feast of words from the grocery aisle to the roast and sautéed greens with ice cream and peach cobbler for dessert, and Reynolds-wrapped leftovers for later.
By Frank Paino
“I have seen monks burning / in their saffron robes for days, / coaxing sand from throats / of silver”
By Neil Flatman
“Twilight. Watch trees on the near shore. / A tug boat chuckles at a private joke; / white furrow through the jade”
“O animal, held / at tongue-point // I always cried during / mass, dreaming of dirt // & hands made / useful”
By Akif Kichloo
“youth a ceremony of rebellion everything washed / ashore”
“A cigarette burn on a bathing nude. / A raven under palm fronds. / What we call a bruise as if / fruit could heal.”
By Kim Harvey
This month’s Poetry We Admire features work published in the last quarter exploring the idea of Death in all its myriad expressions. We’ve rounded up eight of the best new poems of the season from The Nation, The Rumpus, POETRY Magazine, Kissing Dynamite, Juxtaprose Magazine, Rust + Moth, and Wraparound South.