“I Once Had Promises to Keep”: Six Takes On the New Year
Six bloggers navigate the transition from 2016 to 2017 with poetry, illustration, photography, and more.
Two Erasure Poems by Amanda Oaks
“with eyes / so soft & / wandering / my claws / spill / wicked words.” (From an erasure poem by Amanda Oaks.)
The Power of Words: A Selection of Poetry from 2016
Journal and zine editors share some of the powerful work they shared in the past year.
Fiction Builds Worlds; Poetry Breathes
Brad Johnson on why you should be reading poetry: “…read the poet who at any given moment doesn’t so much take your breath away…but rather seizes it, holds it but for a moment, and returns it, changed into oxygen.”
“I have to learn quiet again, I told the yellow grass / By the library’s stone wall. The sun shimmered, / Not understanding. November Shrugged and disrobed.” Virginia author Jeff Schwaner shares a poem from his “Conversation” series.
“Now I walk to the lake and it’s become / something more, the lake…” William Pearse at pinklightsabre shares a personal, confessional poem.
apt is a hybrid online/print literary magazine of essays, interviews, and poetry combining the visceral and the cerebral.
In A Natural World
Melinda J. Irvine offers solace in the form of a haiku: when things seem crazy / stillness and simplicity / will allow silence
Poems on the University
The language of higher-education procedure and bureaucracy in verse form, with tongue planted firmly in cheek.
Chaos, Control: Four Poems for Uncertain Times
When there’s too much and too little to say, poetry often shows us the way.
Movement: A Prose Poem
In Leeza Petrov’s short poetic memoir, life zooms by from one address to the next, and childhood, friendship, and love leave marks both subtle and vivid.
Letter to a Ghost
“Your scent never lingers past sleep, where you remain. / At last I no longer covet those sheets you’ve shared.”
A poem by Robert Okaji at O at the Edges.
“she lay her thoughts aside,
like a chapter at rest in an open book–”
A poem from the writer and photographer at spanishwoods.
“I saw that ballet let me soar / into displacement, and yet it also let me breathe / like a hummingbird in jeweled brevity…”
Literary zine Panoply nominates this poem by Rachel Dacus for a Pushcart Prize.