Here is a list of all the Poems of the Week in 2018–2019.
Poem of the Week is produced in participation with Copper Canyon Press. For submission information, go to the POTW Guidelines.
First the chickens, gone in a fluster, whiter than somebody else’s ash.
A psychologist told me we can train our dreams
One sings we in a time of chastised dreams and militia checkpoints.
May you unlock things, e.g., mythic eggs.
Now he chuckles with the sea, stitched within its timeless jive.
My grandfather only told my father one story about Iwo.
On the farm there was a low music to it.
I forget what shade of brown I am in this part of the state.
I’m arriving at the door of a bright blue June.
2019 Whiting Award
Why look up, when all we’ll see is people looking down?
What spilled out of the stereo lay on my floor. Breathing.
Lucy Liu, you are good at being the head of a crime ring.
We thought fingers in dirt meant it was our dirt.
Someone says Jesus is bread. He is also suffering.
Did the blood rush to my face or to my fingertips?