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From the magazine:Ballad-ish: On Common MeterBy Lindsay TurnerThere’s something fundamental—like a heartbeat or a nursery rhyme—about the beating, ballad-ish quatrain.
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From the magazine:Writing Prompt: Ballad
By Lindsay TurnerThree options for your own poems.
EssayFrom the magazine:This Be the Place: A Budget Pool in East LA
By Diana ArterianIf you haven't begged for a kernel of time-earned wisdom while wet and half-naked, you haven’t lived.
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From the magazine:On Self-Loathing: My Particular Involvement
When, long after puberty had done its work, I was finally able to re-admit my original understanding of myself to myself, I saw my self-loathing in a new light.
Prose from Poetry Magazine
From the magazine:On Heartbreak: The Beautiful Half of a Golden Hurt
On Heartbreak: The Beautiful Half of a Golden Hurt
I’ve heard it said that if poets are not writing about death, they’re not writing about anything; the same could be said for love.
Prose from Poetry Magazine
From the magazine:On Shame: In the Realm of Death and Awe
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
What other kind of writer puts so much stock in the quasi-religious notion of a calling or a vocation?
Prose from Poetry Magazine
From the magazine:On Despair: It’s All a Charade
If you can describe it, you must not be knowing it.
From the Poetry Magazine Archive
- PoemFrom the magazine:
the bear and the salmon
By Julian Talamantez Brolaskiit lyked to eat salmon w/ its
fingers like a bear
and then use those fingers
to clean its glasses
it cried and it looked like a raccoon I believe
it wanted to cultivate this look - PoemFrom the magazine:
Hip-Hop Ghazal
By Patricia SmithGotta love us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips,
decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie, bringing them woo hips.
As the jukebox teases, watch my sistas throat the heartbreak,
inhaling bassline, cracking backbone and singing thru... - PoemFrom the magazine:
It Was the Animals
By Natalie DiazToday my brother brought over a piece of the ark
wrapped in a white plastic grocery bag.
He set the bag on my dining table, unknotted it,
peeled it away, revealing a foot-long fracture of wood.
He took a step back and gestured toward...
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