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  • Illustration of a person. On the left they are in relief with writing over them, and on the right, the inside of the figure is reveals various materials.

    Prose from Poetry Magazine

    From the magazine:It’s Complicated

    By Rigoberto González

    I blushed because I had completely forgotten something that I had put out into the world.

  • Poem

    From the magazine:Charity Balls

    By Cynthia Cruz
    I had a fellowship but lived poorly
    On cheap beer and penny candy.
    Later, a career of killing time.
    But…
  • a table and chairs sit on a large wooden deck with fruit trees and fields beyond.

    Prose from Poetry Magazine

    From the magazine:

    On Translating Ye Hui

    By Dong Li

    A metaphysical poet of myths and mysteries. 

Hard Feelings Essays

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Prose from Poetry Magazine

From the magazine:On Shame: In the Realm of Death and Awe

By Elaine Kahn

My writing was not more important to me than my wish to have a family. And this is the well from which much of my shame flowed.

Prose from Poetry Magazine

From the magazine:On Neediness: Midnight Chimes

By Will Harris

What other kind of writer puts so much stock in the quasi-religious notion of a calling or a vocation? 

From the Poetry Magazine Archive

  • Poem

    From the magazine:

    a remix for remembrance

    By Kristiana Rae Colón
    This is for the boys whose bedrooms are in the basement,
    who press creases into jeans, who carve their names in pavement,
    the girls whose names are ancient, ancestry is sacred,
    the Aztec and the Mayan gods abuela used to pray with

    This is...
  • Poem

    From the magazine:

    Everybody Has a Heartache: A Blues

    By Joy Harjo
    In the United terminal in Chicago at five on a Friday afternoon
    The sky is breaking with rain and wind and all the flights
    Are delayed forever. We will never get to where we are going
    And there’s no way back to where...
  • Poem

    From the magazine:

    Like Judith Slaying Holofernes

    By Paul Tran
    I know better than to leave the house
    without my good dress, my good knife

    like Excalibur between my stone breasts.
    Mother would have me whipped,

    would have me kneeling on rice until
    I shrilled so loud I rang the church

    bells. Didn’t I tell you...

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Poetry was founded in Chicago by Harriet Monroe in 1912.

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