“mi sister/mi hermana,” by Heidi Seaborn, is a tender performance of sisterhood, of two women standing in each other’s lives. Butterflies and whipoowills and a blue walled garden—but also choked throats and lions and needles that pierce and pin. …
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…
“You Smell Like Outside” is Luther Hughes’ wonderful column for Frontier where he seeks to answer the question every month: can poetry help us with our real, day-to-day life? For November, Luther’s introducing a new mini-series, his Cute Little Syllabus—a…
Is there meaning in nonsense? A symbol hidden in the wound? Ask Ben Zarov—ask his “Wounded Bee” and his silkworm god unspooling the exact measure you need. Whatever nonsense that may be. Wounded Bee The wounded bee dances her coordinates,…
New month, new courage: submit yourself to these fellowships, magazines, awards and internships. Remember, too, acceptances and rejections are by-products of this journey—crafting your authentic art is the goal. And as always, submit poetry for free to our New Voices…
“False Friends,” by Natan Last, moves with intoxicating energy. So much relies on the subtle strength of Natan’s diction, his adventurous associative leaping, and the sly lubricating humor (via Old French from Latin humor: ‘moisture’) from beginning to end. A wonderful…
Here’s a short selection, from our own Bailey Cohen, of some of the best new poems hitting the web this November. These five poets, both established and emerging, deserve your attention and support—featuring work from: Erin L. McCoy in Nat.…
A primary mission of Frontier is to provide high quality resources and practical help for serious poets—so we’ve been reaching out to poetry professors to help give clarity to this strange journey and stranger craft. This month, we got the…
Emily Lawson cradles tender her subject in “Migration Elegy”—the frail tigerskinned butterflies, their makeshift “flaming cathedral.” Eco-poetry at its most human and delicate: her words become fresh-cut flowers left behind. Migration Elegy ++++Among the fluttering leaves, I see one flare—my…
We’re so happy to have had the chance to look under the hood of Marc Alan Di Martino’s Unburial, his debut collection, published by Kelsay Books. With our How It’s Made series, we endeavor to take away some of that…
