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Dionne Brand
to acquire the basic level of existence
all can be lost
in that particular resolve...
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- December 7, 2022
Michael Bazzett
How exactly did we get here? they muttered.
All our lives we opened
for others, yet now it seems life’s just begun—
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- December 6, 2022
Celia Dropkin (translated from the Yiddish by Faith Jones, Jennifer Kronovet, & Samuel Solomon)
A fear was growing
in my heart: I smelled
the putrid odor of my grave
around me.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- December 5, 2022
In “A Fear Growing in My Heart,” the speaker fears her oncoming death, finds it ridiculous and sad that while there is silk around her now, there will be none in the grave. But then the speaker says to herself, “your limbs are like limbs carved/from ivory.” This simile speech act not only quells her fear, but also saves her from dying. By transforming herself in words into something fashioned from the materials of another creature, she saves herself.
Result Type
- What Sparks Poetry
Feature Date
- December 5, 2022
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- December 4, 2022
Jennifer Polson Peterson
sad every afternoon of my life.
Outside a child runs in the grass.
Soon I will appear and call her to me.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- December 3, 2022
grace (ge) gilbert
and they all last
forever
in our silence.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- December 2, 2022
Safia Elhillo
my loosened hair smells of coal
floats over the backseat like smoke
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- December 1, 2022
Marianne Boruch
As for the magpies, their livers surely tried to clear, to strain
the poison. Fast or slow, the birds, I bet—
how many?—flew just fine for a while in screechy loops.
Then to fall, to try up again. And failing.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- November 30, 2022
Alice Fulton
Here in the north of north
everything was formed by what ice did
to the land, and darkness is redundant.
Result Type
- Poem
Feature Date
- November 29, 2022
