Nevertheless Jessica Jacobs This time is sacred for the good or bad it could become but isn’t yet. For the 4 a.m. phone that doesn’t ring but might. Ma nishtana ha’laila ha’zeh mi-kol ha’leilot? Why is this night different than all other nights? It’s not. It’s only...
Killer Fruit by Emily Cooper I.God created the animal spirits,the beasts, and then his man. Four legscleaved so two might reach in awefor the heavens while two might tamp the earthhe came from. II.The serpent saw a lie in the eye of God, knowing the...
When did you first encounter poetry? How did you discover that you wanted to write poems? My journey into poetry began with my love of writing as a kid. After that first magical encounter, my writing was encouraged as an extracurricular activity, dropped during my...
Corvid Spring by Elizabeth Moore Bird-watching soars amid COVID-19 as Americans head outdoors— AP headline, May 2, 2020 Since I cut your hair on the patiothe backyard birds have been threadingit into their nests. Now chicks comeof age in your curls. Early morningsI...
When did you first encounter poetry? How did you discover that you wanted to write poems? I first encountered poetry, as many do, in children’s books: nursery rhymes and other illustrated poems and stories in verse. I loved the music and the wordplay, rhymes and puns...
Sheltering: Family Notebook by Mia Ayumi Malhotra for my daughters, with lines from Louise Glück Ready or not, here we are. We’ve been lost and found, gone underground. We’ve raised cardboard cities, pounded flowers to pulp. Danced like seeds, sprouting. We’ve been...
Even After by Janelle Tan the dead bat in the hallway –wings folded, shriveled on its side, the year we greetedbats with terror and asians with diseased and spit.even after a car turned burning meteor in the FDR tunnel, the smell of rubber on firedispersed seven...
Gathering Ingredients for Sancocho in Appalachia During a Pandemic by Amy M. Alvarez I find platanos easily enough I can do without cassava,but no one here has heard of chayote,even after I look online and findthe ugly English word for it. It’s not that I like...
Equinox by Tamiko Beyer Dear child of the near future,here is what I know—hawks soar on the updraft and sparrows alwaysreturn to the seed source until they spot the circling hawk. Then they disappearfor days and return, a full flock, ready. I think we all have the...
Corn Meal Boderra Joe An early spring morningwind hands-over blessings to mother earth’s moutha low prayer nudges at corn husk the eastern sun dancesabove lilac mountains sheholds a jarclose to the tassels to dust off pollen to offer a prayer of any sort a pinch of...
When did you first encounter poetry? How did you discover that you wanted to write poems?I've always thought of myself as a visual artist, not a writer. About seven years ago I was overcome with feeling while watching old family movies. Crying, exhausted, I lay down;...
JAW[N]BONE SOUP JAWNBONE SOUP In kitchen’s habit, I rite a roll of what the poem could read. This roll to recipient as receipt to recipe. I have a slight lisp overcompensated for though tireless exercise. Disable bodywork to lifepractice. Who is iyoi practicing for?...
Caminante, no hay camino / Traveler, There Is No Road by Antonio Machado "Caminante, son tus huellasel camino y nada más;Caminante, no hay camino,se hace camino al andar.Al andar se hace el camino,y al volver la vista atrásse ve la senda que nuncase ha de volver a...
When did you first encounter poetry? How did you discover that you wanted to write poems?I recall nursery rhymes my mother would read and learning to recite Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening,” in elementary school. I think the encounter that was a...
Poets Laureate Across Massachusetts A note from the interviewer, Alice Kociemba Each of the Commonwealth’s poets laureate brings his or her special perspective to the post. Rockport’s poet laureate, Sharon Chace is a “bridge-builder” who has combined her interests in...
Self-portrait of my poems as the Fall by Serena Yang every day the birds come to knock their beaksagainst the glass, thinking it air. every day my penscratches over the water-stained pages of my notebookand thinks itself a vein. my blood turning to ink.a measured...
driving while black by Mwatabu S. Okantah It is not what you call me,it is what I answer to…—African Proverb driving in my carblack wisdom from the ages is turned on its head: in my carwhat i think of my Self is of no significance(save in my own mind…)because i am...
Poets Laureate Across Massachusetts A note from the interviewer, Alice Kociemba Porsha Olayiwola, the city of Boston’s current Poet Laureate, reflects on how a local laureate can become an advocate for poetry in schools and in correctional institutions, certainly...
When did you first encounter poetry? How did you discover that you wanted to write poems? I read dead poets and wrote a lot of blushingly bad poetry on a manual typewriter in high school, and then in college I lucked into a series of poetry classes with Chris...
the Andes speak of death and 2020 by Isabella Ramirez i. April 2020, southern hemispherethe Andes seem awfully quiet these days.Cotopaxi no longer writhes magma now that the streets have become volcanic.my mother sends condolences to people in Guayaquil who...
It was the lightning… by Sean Mahoney …and wife telling me she has to isolatefor 14 days due to an apparent exposure to Covid-19 at the hospital. She sat on concrete just where the rise meets the flatat the end of the driveway. The Impreza running with the bright...