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.

Ortolan, Drowning

“Something low and feathery // would rise from his throat as / if he had choked on a bird and that bird”

“to redeem our tarnished souls, updating instantly, adapting in this age / of gratification with a rattle like the sages rolling in their / graves,”

“Praise God for steam, its generosity / and blur, for the dark nest, / of hair pulped on the shower wall.”

“It crosses / a creek hight with spring rain, dying leaves / pulled from
the bank– the dark set in / heavy as an eyelid.”

“No harm will come to the toad / in this ceremony. but also no kisses.”

“What she’d been calling neurobehavioral and / pathophysiological, was now something made of / mildew and dogshit.”

“masked in wilting flowers, the face is not a face but a skull unfinished.”

“that bark & branches bristle / with eyes / see all that happens / under the sky. / all that murders & slithers / from sea to shining sea.”

“banjo be deeply known by its own / before bootlegged for mass / production, instruction manual, smash & grab of its soul.”