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Spencer Reece
I was alone. The moon fondled me.
Was thrilled to be fondled. I ached
in the arches of my feet. I was wrong—
About much.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 29, 2024
Asiya Wadud
my mind makes for me marrow or filigree
the intricacies delivered by the minute
the marrow creates and feeds a steady stream
both a summer and a selfless season
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 28, 2024
“The Uncles” are not actual people but attempts to personalize the tragedy of Superstorm Sandy through memories, anecdotes I had heard from neighbors and read in the news, bits of conversation, and places and images that continue to haunt me to this day. I chose the sestina’s six ending words to drive home exactly what was being lost, and what we continue to lose, both concrete (bay, fence, birds) and abstract (home, ways of knowing). I wanted the reader to experience the same constant presences, the places and events that had become a part of my daily life, over and over again.
Result Type
- What Sparks Poetry
Feature Date
- May 27, 2024
Liza Katz Duncan
This was their home to claim, not mine. Home
to them was a dead end and a guardrail or fence,
then water.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 27, 2024
Lisa Ampleman
Each imagined child is a talisman, Catholic scapular
rubbing your neck, piece of felt you must keep
in good repair. No, not that easy—they're
the shrieks on the wind, a playground
a half mile away and cradled in the valley's acoustics.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 26, 2024
Omotara James
Ruth, first confessor of my small secrets and trespasses. Ruth, second carrier of my burdens. Ruth,
who demonstrated her worth by protecting mine. My breath so steady in her arms. Ruth,
who chased after that half-hardened girl with the bloody rock, sharpened by her own hand.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 25, 2024
Danielle Vogel
What is time when the body can hold the experience of another's living?
In what time does healing occur?
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 24, 2024
Kazim Ali
The Kazim then might be stealing from the Kazim now, so often do I write not knowing what a line even means and only many years later having lived do I half-know
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 23, 2024
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 22, 2024
Derrick Austin
If elegance
be "concentrated sensibility for pleasure despite terror,"
you wrote in the black notebook with gold cranes
your mother gave you. You gave him a vase of star jasmine.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- May 21, 2024
