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Lee Ann Roripaugh
But as much as you efface yourself into shininess,
into neutral reflection—as if to try and trick
your mother’s pain into misrecognizing its own gaze
until it lifts away like burned-off fog—it never works.
journal
American Poetry Review
Feature Date
- March 21, 2023
Series
Selected By
Oliver Baez Bendorf
Trans is a way of arranging the world through change, but plastic is durable, meaning it never goes away. Very light, gets blown along in gentle winds. It gets washed by rain into sewers, streams, rivers, and finally oceans.
journal
Black Warrior Review
Feature Date
- March 20, 2023
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
Selected By
Katie Marya
light, make a sound. You wrote let me
believe the work I do can bring
the future into the room. Whether it
does or not. Whether it does or not.
book
Alice James Book
Feature Date
- March 19, 2023
Series
Selected By
William J. Harris
Well, yesterday, my $80 watch
broke
and Wendell offered
to sell me his watch for 50¢
—that would be a 100% profit!
journal
Poetry
Feature Date
- March 18, 2023
Series
Selected By
Patrick Phillips
Praise even death, or at least the dying,
who taught us how to live.
Praise you, someday, reading this.
Praise light. Praise the wind.
book
Penguin Random House
Feature Date
- March 17, 2023
Series
Selected By
Evie Shockley
desire blooms
about your torso like bites
coaxed open with gnawed-off
nails, like charcoal roses.
book
Wesleyan University Press
Feature Date
- March 16, 2023
Series
Selected By
Brian Tierney
as if to euthanize what might have been
her soul,
by which I mean her mind,
each time piercing what'd already deflated.
book
Milkweed Editions
Feature Date
- March 15, 2023
Series
Selected By
Golden
Storytelling, in American standard
definition: Rose gardens, tragedy, no Blacks
faded in. Copper girls like me don't
get a character arc. Some skulls...
book
Game Over Books
Feature Date
- March 14, 2023
Series
- Editor's Choice
Selected By
- Phillip B. Williams
Jennifer Atkinson
Who wouldn’t smile? Who doesn’t pity—and love—
the woodchuck not only despite but for her like-human smugness?
How can I not through her intercession forgive
for now a few things human.
book
Parlor Press
Feature Date
- March 13, 2023
Series
- What Sparks Poetry
Selected By
Adrian Lürssen
Birds everywhere as well as garlands, bouquets of flowers. She believes
in the coexistence of three different yet related worlds. However, I wasn't going
into any of these. Well, I am not going to. The more complete figures
looked a lot like people, which they were once. They did not smell.
book
The Center for Literary Publishing at Colorado State University
Feature Date
- March 12, 2023
Series
- Editor's Choice
Selected By
- Susan Tichy
