Today we’re publishing this gorgeous piece by 2022 Nature & Place Prize third place winner, Noel Quiñones! How to Color Mami Notes: “How to Color Mami” is written in a poetic form I created called…
It’s such an honor to share this poem by Dan Barton, second place winner of our 2022 Nature & Place Prize, with you today! River Eclogue: Narcissus & Echo at the Bridge after Ed Roberson looking out on cement-framed…
We’re so excited to share this poem by 2022 Nature & Place Prize winner, Anna Newman! About Anna’s poem, the judge Amaud Johnson writes, “I know what the meek shall inherit, but maybe our lives are lesser when we hesitate…
A poem as incisive as the blade it mentions, Varun U. Shetty’s “Ars Poetica” moves from a singular first person speaker to a plural we. With that sudden inclusion, this poem requests we examine who and what is dissected in…
Strung through with the tension invoked by its title, Karan Kapoor’s poem invites us into the complexities of a relationship ridden with bitterness and the wear and tear of years. Through a form which winds unpunctuated like a long road,…
As a platform for emerging poets, our mission is to provide practical help for serious writers. The community lifts itself up together or not at all. In that light, we’ve been asking some great editors from around the literary community…
Alyson Kissner’s “Night Psalms” speaks with piercing, prophetic brevity. “Ask me,” the speaker begs, and invites us into a question that the poem allows to expand like darkness within its numbered framework. Night Psalms 1 Let there be light, He…
We love the daring of a condensed poem, and Meghan Kemp-Gee’s “A Bird in Blue” is condensed yet complex. Its sharp turns convey transformation, opening a world inside its ten lines. A Bird in Blue On the wire, one says,…
Inviting us into an anthem toward abundance, Aida Bardissi writes with unmatched lushness. “revolutionary recipe” is a slow feast, asking us to consider love and all the defiant ways it might nourish and sustain us, with “one fist in air,…
Some poems haunt us with images, demanding to be remembered. Sophia Liu’s poem, though only the length of a sonnet, lingers and lingers, and in doing so demands remembrance for the Atlanta shooting victims for which it is named. “I…
