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…
Welcome to LINE LEVEL: Craft Lessons from Poets of Color, a monthly column in which writer, editor, and educator Joanna Acevedo zooms in on an element of craft from the work of BIPOC poets. LINE LEVEL unfolds in three parts:…
“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…
“My tongue / glistens I think it’s crying every tastebud / a tear duct every tooth a tuning fork” With the flute as a catalyst, Mickie Kennedy joins music and anatomy in this textured and striking poem. Embouchure I successfully…
“The heart, she seems to whisper, the heart never / stops marching. You are simply its feet.” In this visually rich and evocative poem, Vanessa Niu aptly turns the revolution into a long road trip across state lines as we…
