
Alphabet Soup
“For a sail, I’ll varnish this elm leaf from her garden / and stroke its shroud lines with licks of cherry red.”
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“For a sail, I’ll varnish this elm leaf from her garden / and stroke its shroud lines with licks of cherry red.”
“the blight it takes to crack / into a redflesh, juice splatter / at the neck and breast, thickthroated / with pulp”
By Anna Elkins
“In my language, earth / is an anagram for heart / (& angels glean / integrals & triangles / & lighted delight.)”
For February’s PWA, our editors seek out poems that examine all the best, and the worst, of Love.
By Karen Rigby
“A throat holds as much song as you let it. / The span between a bird’s wings the same as a fist.”
“It’s like that very first taste of hypocrisy, like that fetal position we practice and fittingly forget when the speakers pick me up with my filth”
“God // cannot be remission, the clear scan, a bell’s clang after my / last treatment.”
“Unhusk me if you must, call me / acquired, call me dirty, call me corn smut.”
By Nicole Homer
“They got in the car. All of them: the whore, the john, and me, staring at my knees. We were feral and conjoined from then.”