HOUSE When my house burned down, I built myself into a house. I wanted to understand. WATER I thought I found your body underwater Near the lake you were born in. It was only a reflection— It’s hard for me …
Beltane by Camille Liptak
You said you’d marry meon Beltane,the Gaelic May Day,when life and earthare at their peak.You said I’d be your Flora,your goddess of Spring,we’d exchange hands and we’ d exchange rings;You said you’d merrily marry me,and forever bemy Jack-in-the-Green.I said I’d jump …
Death Ferry by Ahmed Salih
In the city full of misery There were people in the ferry They were glad and about to celebrate They did not know about their inevitable fate They felt hilarious to buy the ferry tickets But the man was greedy who found nuggets “This is too …
Her Name’s Cleo by Juanita Rose Quengua
She, who loves me despite of my flaws and imperfections,She, who never left my side even just for a second,She, who put smile and happiness in my bad days,She’s one of my dogs, and her name’s Cleo.Her short tail that …
Boulder-Based Poet Michele Battiste Shares Her Faves
Michele Battiste is the author of Waiting for the Wreck to Burn (Trio House, 2019), Uprising ( Black Lawrence, 2014), and Ink for an Odd Cartography ( Black Lawrence, 2009). She is also the author of several chapbooks, including Left: Letters to Strangers (Grey Book, 2014). Her …
The Cycle of Winter by Keri Kapfer
Poem Version: All seasonsAll colorsAll sights for eyes to seeAll soundsAnd all smells tooAll for a heart to melt overAll to see your faceOh SummerMy cousin has come to me fallingNow I wish it wasn’t meWasn’t my turnYou know me …
A Selection of Poems by Katie Green
ONE She was the center of the universe But only for an instant And then She died away. As she lay there sleeping, The stars zoomed past And she was no more, But one With all that is. UNGROUNDED Let us swimLet …
Off-White Simchas by Sophie Cardin
What, off-white existence.Quiet, until a stabbing Marks us red (& the unlucky deadHave nowhere to go — Messiahs are word of mouth, Afterlife out of the question)We live lives proofed by resistance;To be is to refuse their willingTo mark myself with that, familiar …
Born From the Peak by William Smith
The peak of pink, she wears lilac spring chic. With morning skin, she bathes in Sun’s fresh gaze. The fog, viscous, a rising nest for sheep, lay heavy and deep like youth’s guileless haze. Iridescent light’s purple hum is sung …
The Brunt of the Wallydraigle by Savannah Gelles
Skinny Frail, eager for satisfying hunger but lost without past companyStarved of the warmth of their mother’s arms, or the kisses of their friend’s puppyBurned out by the ashes of their brain’s tantrums, they curl into a ball of peak …