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…
Susan Yanos was selected last year as our 2018 Frontier Fellow—she is a wonderfully insightful writer and represents a voice and perspective not heard enough in our shared creative spaces (order her debut collection The Tongue Has No Bone from…
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…
Calvin Olsen’s “Pavilion” puts its fingers on the fragile things: the light, the grapes, the seeds, the lover. He weaves here the idyllic rural as gently and quietly as any introverted dead before him. Pavilion Tucked away under the…
Winner of the 2019 Antioch-Frontier Fellowship, Cass Garison is a joyful and incredibly talented poet. As winner, we had the privilege of sending them to Los Angeles for Antioch University’s MFA Summer Residency this June: a ten-day, all-day poetic romp…
Here’s a short selection, from our own Bailey Cohen, of some of the best new poems hitting the web this July. These six poets, both established and emerging, deserve your attention and support—featuring work from: Aria Aber in The Shallow…
“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 July, Luther explores finding freedom in the labor of living,…
The motion of m mick powell’s “poem in which my whole hand fits in my mouth” zooms and widens as if from a telescope: the fully focused hand, knuckled and scented, then the jaw, the braids, the dancing and fluorescent…
Winner of the 2018 Benjamin Saltman Award and recently released, Matty Layne Glagow’s deciduous qween (Red Hen Press) qweens its way onto the stage: the reader thinks they may drown in sequins. The poem entitling the fourth section of the…
As an elegy, “Those First Days” asks us, with good humor and friendly temper, to reflect on loss, on being trapped in tragedy’s den while beauty softly pours itself over the earth outside. Fay Dillof is mesmerizing here: gentle and…
