“A Here that is Not This”: An Undocupoets Roundtable Conversation
Writing is not a luxury. It’s the documentation of our decolonial imaginary.
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We Are More: Istanbul
“Don’t ask her what happened,” Abu Mali says. We do anyways, in Arabic so he can’t understand, but she ignores us.
National Poetry Month: 黄梵 Huang Fan
My zodiac sign really is the rabbit / As a child, I ground my teeth in my sleep / According to the rabbit dictionary / That’s how you say pain
National Poetry Month: Mark Leidner
I found a chest / that contained an important upgrade // that let me absorb more damage / going forward,
Voices on Addiction: The Shape of Memory
He smelled of faint traces of acetone and the lemon hand soap he always used. He smelled like home.
National Poetry Month: Soleil Davíd
I learn to fear / what might have happened if they had meant // to maul me, which is to say I don’t think enough / about death,
National Poetry Month: Harmony Holiday
She threatens to love them like this forever in pieces flabby patchwork of his lost sheet music
National Poetry Month: Mathias Svalina
So let’s collect our birthed things, no matter / how small or useless, & store them on museum / shelves.
National Poetry Month: Arda Collins
He was asking me / to read his mind / and smell him, acquire memories / with him / that would float through my life with me.
The Wildness of Grief: Sarah Giragosian’s Mother Octopus
...mothering is entwined with dying throughout this wide-ranging volume, as birth and death are revealed as two sides of one leaf.
National Poetry Month: Sanam Sheriff
Come morning, a blankness— / what was once the sky and is now / an answer.