Poetry by Steve Benson
by: Steve Benson In this poem by Steve Benson, the personal questions the political, the quotidian slides in and out of the cosmic, the self…
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Three Poems by Jennifer Pons
by: Jennifer Pons These poems by Jennifer Pons, which are her first to be published, question what it means to confront the world and the…
Two Poems by Chloe McMurray
by: Chloe McMurray In these two poems by Chloe McMurray, outsider status imparts its own kind of grace, one that celebrates the here and now while…
Two Poems by Kara Arguello
by: Kara Arguello The lines “the kind of green that drags you down the stairs/ out the door into the damp hopeful air/ of Pennsylvania spring”…
Three Poems by Tom Montag
by: Tom Montag Tom Montag’s poetry fills the moment of reading with a deep and resonant sense of personal and perceptual loss. Nature can surely…
Sean Condron, Part Two
by: Sean Condron Sean Condron embraces poetry’s role as the repository of the bittersweet truth of collective and personal memory: namely, the stories which come…
Sean Condron, Part One
by: Sean Condron The dizzying feeling that we are strange and unknowable to ourselves runs throughout Sean Condron’s poetry. These poems evoke a phantasmagoric nostalgia,…
Three Poems by Tara Deal
by: Tara Deal With sharp, precise images and line breaks that slow the reader down, Tara Deals’ poetry asks the question: What does it feel…
Two Poems by Cal Freeman
by: Cal Freeman Cal Freeman is devoted to paying attention “because each moment is an irrevocable act.” Everybody knows this is a basic fact of…
Three Poems by Michelle Chen
by: Michelle Chen The enthralling power of Michelle Chen’s work, whether original or translation, is that it moves deftly in two directions simultaneously: 1) a…
Two Poems by Jake Romm
by Jake Romm In these poems, the promise of America and the promise of poetry become one and the same: a longed for freedom that…
Three Poems by Alexandra Mattraw
by: Alexandra Mattraw The power of Alexandra Mattraw’s poetry comes from its concision and compression. These poems have been whittled down until we are left with…