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. This…
Ashwini Bhasi has crafted a dangerous and gripping performance of erotic ars poetica. Every poem going forward for our team is now that “hump-nosed pit viper coiled on a dowel in the dark”—spilling poison, and ready to strike. How…
Nome Emeka Patrick is so good, we’ve published him twice this month! After reading this one, make sure to check out his 3rd Place winning poem from our Award for New Poets. MONOLOGUE AT THE FRONT PEW OF AN OPERA…
We’re all very excited to share with you the 1st Place Winner of the 2020 Award for New Poets, selected by the stellar emerging poets Jake Skeets, Camonghne Felix, and Paige Lewis. Please enjoy this stunner by the incredibly talented…
Steven Sanchez’s new work pleads with love—for preservation, for family. “Brother” plays a melancholy song, mudcracked and wilting, but not one without hope, or without beauty. The poem seeks the place inside us where the cool water of sibling love…
We’re all very excited to share with you the winners of the 2020 Award for New Poets, selected by the stellar emerging poets Jake Skeets, Camonghne Felix, and Paige Lewis. Today, we have second place winner by Samantha Samakande. Stay…
Gabriella R. Tallmadge’s newest work is in conversation with the 1946 work by Frida Kahlo—a devastating piece of artistry. Today’s poem dives into those arrow-fetched wounds, “what wreckage,” Gabriella finds, “such freedom.” Frida Kahlo, The Little Deer, 1946
We’re all very excited to share with you the winners of the 2020 Award for New Poets, selected by the stellar emerging poets Jake Skeets, Camonghne Felix, and Paige Lewis. Today, we have “The Body Walks Through Grief Towards God”…
An ode to the “brine and whimsy” of cooked greens, Ashia Ajani’s new poem reaches for the belly, for fullness. When so many understand the ache of literal emptiness, what else should poetry be about? collards The pot stays on.…
At the center of our dying is a “Palindrome,” Isabella Piedad Escamilla’s new poem argues, a creature within a creature. With gothic urgency, the work wants to see what’s crawling around inside your body. Palindrome A squirrel passing through a…
