National Poetry Month: Hayan Charara
And the numbers—the numbers / I see every morning—not birds / but people! people!—
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National Poetry Month: Patrick Rosal
I am listening to the gone / I am listening to the going / even when not / speaking or singing
National Poetry Month: Catherine Bowman
Our table / more unearthed / than built by an ox / of an earthy man // that speaks in a dialect
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.