“The evening’s firmly knitted into place,” Lee Jenkins says, and so is his music, so are the quiet voices and the quiet world that envelops them. “City on the Hudson” is a hand holder, a friend’s diary, a gentle and…
We’re all very excited to share with you the winners of the 2019 Frontier Industry Prize, selected by Jeff Shotts, Sarah Gambito, and Kwame Dawes. Today, we have “Inheritance” by Ae Hee Lee— a moving exploration of heritage, of lands,…
Erin Williamson’s “Dream Bird” is an exceptional display by a new poet: a fantasy of warriors and feathers, of getting lost in a landscape’s leering masculinity. “This is just a dream,” the speaker says. “So real. So real.” Dream…
We’re all very excited to share with you the winners of the 2019 Frontier Industry Prize, selected by Jeff Shotts, Sarah Gambito, and Kwame Dawes. Today, we have “Twelve” by Olatunde Osinaike—a lovely poem of sorrow and blades and learning…
“Beauty is life’s only holiness / And the widow sits calmly / Satisfied”—and we knew we were publishing this beautiful, moving poem from the talented Marsha Larsen. Sink in, enjoy. The Seven: And Occurrences Thereof – for Felice 1.…
Congratulations to the winners of Frontier Poetry’s 2019 Industry Prize and an enormous thanks to everyone who submitted. Thank you, also, for your patience while we and the judges reviewed all the extraordinary work. A BIG round of applause to…
Mónica Gomery’s “Here” feels as if it must be a prose poem—the rolling sentences and stacked syntax reveal the enormity of what can’t be said, the enormity of trying to say what can’t be said. Touch the flowers at the memorial, instead.…
“The Ballerina,” by Marisa Webster, holds together with the glue of its own unmistakeable question: when does a ballerina stop being a ballerina? i.e. When does an identity become a story and no longer a lived reality? Through prosaic syntax…
The musicality of “The Fact of Things” surprises—it’s skinny shape and journalistic voice bely a deep song about the fraught beauty of the world around us. Ja’net Danielo’s words firmly hold our gaze, right at the facts, at the bus…
“Hypostasis” soaks in mist, in daughters missing, in the mute colors of a dark and eager earth—in a few stanzas, Triin Paja peers into death and finds a violin. Listen to it sing: Hypostasis Have you thanked God for…
