Featured Poetry

Daniel Duffy’s “Cherry Blossoms” reveals the power of a single scene: how one moment, shared between two individuals, can carry so much the weight of love, despair, disgust, and the way we so often hide the most normal means of…

“Daughters” seeks to ask of happiness its place, its time, its purpose—Alexis Sears rides her poem through a cascade of softly touching subjects with the ease of a long downhill road, coming to rest in an a field of evergreen.…

Max Lasky’s new poem, “Bad Aesthetic,”  lands like granite, like stone. “for the fifteen minutes you were dead,” the poem explains—it’s all burning, the funeral is near, but still the fireflies go.   Bad Aesthetic Helpless on the carpet, harmed…

“Babel Sestina” performs a journey through the powers of language, of naming and gendering, of grammarizing our own identities. James O’Leary’s poem declares, “We invent anew mountain, reach up for new holy”—but ends in a question: what’s left in our…

“In the desert, I am—” Faylita Hicks’ “Arco” gathers the brittle and brine of syllable and vowel to press upon the reader an urgent hunger, her every word a “facility of ghosts, starved for the heated flicks.” Welcome to the…

Jordan E. Franklin has seemingly made the right choice: an “imagination / that ran naked / and green through / the Flatbush” of her skull. And it shows—”Multiverse of Madness (in Technicolor)” races through its broken lines and mad whitespace,…

Akhim Yuseff Cabey’s “Final Relaxation” is a full row of teeth: neatly and densely packed, every word carefully designed by its context to lift more than its muscles should allow. This is how words get in our bodies—this, this.  …