“People / from the Bay always say they’re like upper-middle-lower-class / when they’re actually a South Park punchline. But we like to believe / we’re funny. I want to believe that I’m in on the joke.” Here is a fresh…
Join us in congratulating the Award for New Poets Second Place winner, Yingqi Sally Lu. Read the wonderful poem, selected by guest judge torrin a. greathouse, “Self-Portrait as Apples to Apples” below. “remember the time when you said you loved…
“Be happy, you remember your mother say / as she waved you goodbye, and immediately / you feel guilty.” Ashish Kumar Singh effortlessly depicts desperation and the search for happiness and love in this vulnerable and unflinching poem. Desperate Acts…
We are thrilled to present the 2023 Award for New Poets first place winner, Ira Goga, selected by guest judge torrin a. greathouse! Here’s what our judge had to say about the winning poem: “Reading ‘Twelve Thousand Pounds of Salt,’…
Congratulations to the gifted emerging poet Ira Goga, winner of the 2023 Award for New Poets! The team at Frontier Poetry is deeply grateful for everyone that submitted their work–we see you and we thank you. We’d also like to…
“during the 22’ NBA draft my ex trades away my heart, like child who trades away mother /packed lunch for roll of oreos missing the notes that say ‘I love you’” Ever wonder what happens when sports and poetry meet?…
“the blacker the berry / you know how it goes / shit is sweet / like a crime / like you stole something from it” Sticky, sweet, and honest, Aly Acevedo utilizes family and the luscious imagery of fruit to…
“I was thinking that I know it is not shame/ but the knotting and unknotting of every time you leave.” Inspired by the musings of Sylvia Plath and the imagery of William Carlos Williams, Karly Hou offers a new perspective…
“I want / to cradle the figs, see how summer has / loosened their skins.” Visually narrative and profound, Annabel Li’s “Suburbia” is an ambitious yet subtle meditation on the longing for healing. Suburbia There is something about winterand the…
“i mean, my kindred +spirits calling me +out of my nostrils +just when i could make a promise +to not go +down in the river with a sun +the yellow of my jaundice.” In this poignant poem, Martins Deep utilizes…
