National Poetry Month: Catherine Bowman
Our table / more unearthed / than built by an ox / of an earthy man // that speaks in a dialect
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The First Book: Sam Ashworth
The human body is the most miraculous machine, and each of us gets one—just one.
National Poetry Month: Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
Have you dressed for the mirror today
Have you draped the darkening glass in gauze
Past is Prelude: Denne Michele Norris’s When The Harvest Comes
Norris’s ability to create interlocking portraits of flawed but somehow still lovable characters is one of her masterful offerings.
National Poetry Month: Kieron Walquist
I never thought I’d live to see / us out of the house, on our own.
Imagining is an Act of Love: A Conversation with Lynn Steger Strong
...no human being is explicitly good or explicitly bad, and asking a character to be relatable all of the time negates the possibility of their being a fully realized human.
National Poetry Month: Sadie Dupuis
I did this. Took my own photo, / painted over my eyes, listened / closer.
National Poetry Month: Roger Reeves
Listen—the owl again in the branches above us / Giving up his position despite the war.
“A black sheet between present and ancestors”: Kiran Bath’s Instructions for Banno
It is as if we are falling backward, towards the sky, towards the structural silencing of bannos, and Bath’s words wrap around us like curled balloon string and lead us back toward the ground.
