Last night, I named my body Solace, which means that I am a grown-up
kid, in blue Adidas track shorts, with a face flushed from either sunstroke or
rage, where rage refers to my pillowcase soaked with spit and two decades’
worth of silence. Silence, of course, gives way to sound, and this afternoon’s hymn
Read MoreThree poems by Aly Laube: "Natural Anointment," "Sweating Fruit," and "The Descent"
Read MoreOur Cheese issue launches May 27th at Make and features a poem by Selina Boan. Here on the web, we've got another poem by this brilliant young poet for you.
Read MoreIf you attended our Secrets launch you may have indulged our call for confessions and left a secret or two behind for us to peruse. Some secrets appeared on our Instagram before we passed them on to Curtis AuCoin, who turned them into a poem. Here's the result, accompanied by images from AuCoin's series "What's Personal, What's Secret."
Read MoreI love the worlds we build with other people through language—how letters, poems, text messages, emails are not only evidence of our rapports, but they also actively shape them. Each relationship has its own vocabulary and texture and I like to think epistolary poems allow me to pay tribute to those idiosyncrasies. It’s also a way to conjure the addressee; it creates a wormhole that doesn’t exactly bring that person closer, but it does bring into relief that realm you’ve created together.
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