There’s a dream-like quality to Ian Powell-Palm’s “Self-Portrait.” It’s hard to pin down precisely what about this poem is so arresting, but the tone, the mood, the state of mind—all of these swirling, intangible and ephemeral characteristics manage to haunt…
“I think, Oh my goodness that’s the voice of a god,” writes E. Leah Davis (Liz Davis) in “Stars as my soul,” which takes us on a journey from the speaker’s childhood in the 90s all the way to what…
Smriti Bhoker brings a levity to her poem, which easily could turn dark, as she taps into the well of fear that lives in every writer’s heart—what if we find ourselves suddenly unable to write? It goes beyond writer’s block…
Sim’s use of the characters in the title of her poem are contributing to an ongoing debate in the world of contemporary poetry, and particularly concerning Asian and Asian-American poets. Writers like Cathy Linh Che were some of the first…
New Voices is taking a hiatus this week, since everyone is having the time of their life at AWP. If you’re stuck at home and feeling the FOMO, you’re in luck! Our New Voices contributor Angela Sim (whose poem, “무인도”…
In the wake of current political developments, Katie Kemple’s “COBRA,” feels a little too close to home. Kemple describes a scary reality, one a little too close to home for many, making decisions that seem trivial—which kind of beans or…
Emily Adams-Aucoin’s “Bedtime Aubade,” is brimming with intimacy as we peek into the terror and beauty of new motherhood. There’s something scary about the way that Adams-Aucoin describes the love she feels for her child, but there’s also something magical,…
Grace Manning’s “ambiguous grief” swirls with a kind of push-and-pull that feels all too familiar in our current world of identity politics, where it’s too easy to say the wrong thing, or make the wrong post. It’s hard to know…
Carson Wolfe’s poem begins with an almost tender description of this person who, through the course of the poem, becomes a kind of icon for fragile masculinity, the way that women and femmes allow a kind of mutually agreed-upon ignorance…
Adesiyan Oluwapelumi’s poem, “Acoustics,” requires a few reads before you can hear its silence. The poem needs some close attention, but when the reader plays close attention, it becomes clear that the precision and sonic rhythm of the poem are…
