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.
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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.
National Poetry Month: Brandon Som
The / hibiscus out my window now blooms the bright / tongue & lips of the Rolling Stones car-freshener / hanging from the rearview mirror of my tío’s / Chevy.
National Poetry Month: Hayan Charara
And the numbers—the numbers / I see every morning—not birds / but people! people!—
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
National Poetry Month: Lena Khalaf Tuffaha
Have you dressed for the mirror today
Have you draped the darkening glass in gauze
National Poetry Month: Kieron Walquist
I never thought I’d live to see / us out of the house, on our own.
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.