Articlep1More Than a Failed Essay: On the Prose PoemBy Yasmine AmeliNavigating Audience, Orientalism, and Family Mythology Beyond the Binary.
Articlep1Writing Prompt: Prose PoemBy Yasmine AmeliWrite your own “failed essay.” Call it a prose poem instead.
Poemp1Bedtime Story (4)By Yasmine AmeliNanny’s husband is dead, and her six children are growing. Every morning, she readjusts her one fake...
Poemp1Bedtime Story (1)By Yasmine AmeliSa’id goes missing. Forty years later, my mama tells me his poems got into the wrong hands. It is the...
Poemp1Bedtime Story (2)By Yasmine AmeliIn another story, my baba bozorg paints flowers. He is little. His name Amir means shah, but the shah...
PoemDeep Water TrawlingBy Jorie GrahamThe blades like irises turning very fast to see you completely—steel-blue then red where the cut occurs...
PoemMeditations in an EmergencyBy Cameron Awkward-RichI wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside...
PoemCalling Things What They AreBy Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the...
Poem[To voice something that doesn’t end…]By Tilsa OttaTo voice something that doesn’t end in a smile is odd. The spirit circles the body, doctors can’t see...
Poem[Pronunciar algo que no termine…]By Tilsa OttaPronunciar algo que no termine en una sonrisa es extraño. El alma circula por el cuerpo,los doctores...
PoemThe Bug WranglerHe was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in...
PoemOne Shies at the Prospect of Raising Yet Another Defense of CannibalismBy Josh Bell“You can’t kiss a movie,” Jean-Luc Godard said, and this is mostly true, in that you cannot initiate...
Poemp1“Mama said ‘wedding crowns’”By Marosa di Giorgio Mama said “wedding crowns,” and I looked at the tight bouquets, dark white, forbidding, portraits of...
Poemp1“Pasaban murciélagos”By Marosa di Giorgio Pasaban murciélagos, prendidos a la ropa de las vacas, las gacelas; cuando pude quité alguno. Y otros...
Poemp1“When I was six years old”By Marosa di Giorgio When I was six years old, eight years old, my grandmother decreed a garment of hare, which would ward...
Poemp1“Cuando tenía seis años”By Marosa di Giorgio Cuando tenía seis años, ocho años, la abuela dictaminó vestido de liebre, que me librase de todo mal...
Poemp1“The bats arrived”By Marosa di Giorgio The bats arrived, attached to the coats of calves, gazelles; when I could, I plucked one off. And others...
Poemp1“Mamá decía ‘coronas de novia’”By Marosa di Giorgio Mamá decía “coronas de novia,” y yo miraba los racimos apretados, de un blanco oscuro, adusto, retratos...
PoemWho Makes Love to Us After We DieBy Diana Marie Delgado I turn on the radio and hear voices, girls becoming women after tragedy. Talk about dreams! His heart...
PoemTall Lyric for Palestine (Or, The Harder Thinking)By Rickey Laurentiis Because I should’ve wrote this years ago, I’m crying. So what my slow failure pass the years Make me...