ARIANA BENSON’s collection Black Pastoral (University of Georgia Press, 2023) has received the LENORE MARSHALL POETRY PRIZE. This $25,000 award recognizes the most outstanding book of poetry published ...

Now, during his Guest Editor Q&A in January 2022, Joseph O. Legaspi described how you infuse what he called “nonpolitical elements” into your work, including recipes and menus, particularly in Loves ...

The seed is a wound in the form of a little girl buried alive. Buried inside me the sol de la terre. What do I remember of ...

Cindy Juyoung Ok is the author of Ward Toward (Yale University Press, 2024) and is the translator of The Hell of That Star by ...

let me hold your hand when I say this [the words are just words] is a new play by Nile Harris meditating on the ordinary poetics of desire and faith. The play is a text to be read simultaneously by ...

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featuring Jess Barbagallo, Mónica de la Torre, Nazareth Hassan, Stephen Ira, Kite, The Illustrious Pearl, Fargo Nissim Tbakhi, and Tony Torn ALIEN AND ORDINARY opens with a Poets Theater Variety Show ...

Join us as we celebrate the release of James Cole’s new poetry collection, The Somatoliths.This in-person event will be cosponsored by WriterHouse and will be free and open to the public. We recommend ...

Since 2018, the Academy of American Poets has invited twelve new Guest Editors to each curate a month of Poem-a-Day, the original and only daily poetry series sharing previously unpublished poems by ...

Join the 2024 Academy of American Poets Laureate Fellows as they share their poems at the National Book Festival. Free and open to the public. These individuals poets of literary merit and serve as ...

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to ...

Down the close, darkening lanes they sang their way To the siding-shed, And lined the train with faces grimly gay. Their breasts were stuck all white with wreath and spray As men’s are, dead. Dull ...