
Poetry We Admire: Burning
At Palette Poetry, we love work that burns. Poems that burble over in anger. Poems burning up in desire and ecstasy. Language that holds us hostage with burning questions.
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.
At Palette Poetry, we love work that burns. Poems that burble over in anger. Poems burning up in desire and ecstasy. Language that holds us hostage with burning questions.
By Jaydn DeWald
“he’s sure the romance will return / someday in a sweep of cheatgrass cloud- / shadows drifting over his open palms but then / where will his kids be”
By Don Hogle
“Anything / that can, will divide, double and / eventually become a rain”
By Rina Terry
“welded one thing to another / as though I had a plan, an idea, a goal, / as though any of the pieces of my life // had connected in certain identifiable / completion.”
Each poet writes toward their own revolution. At this time, unfortunately, there are many revolutions to write towards. …
they say I was born fanged & feathered like / no child from heaven should be. a miracle // that when I lost those teeth I became human.
All meal long, the brain tucked in its dome and the heart cubed, / presented on six white plates.
By Gina Fuchs
my father ran / into the water and i went behind him / into the water too then yelled i can’t swim, / i still can’t swim. it sounds like bodies, / the rain slapping the water so hard.
By Todd Smith
“where women with aspirations / spread salve onto the muscles // of grown men they call Baby, / where bean walkers piss steam // into the last half-hour before / dawn”