Poetry
Poetry Contest Winners
I have wasted your childhood, photographed you too much.
Poetry
Brassy bullets fell against the floral comforter like little candies.
Poem of the Week
So here’s the tale, the rumor of the body, and we have to tell it.
Poetry
Well, back home has really changed, you won’t get that same bammy.
Poetry
My students are in rows, alive—day-picked apples cut by teeth.
Poem of the Week
I was always being left behind in the mud, a bandage around my eyes.
Poem of the Week
Now the scalpel is slippery; how will I know where to make the cuts?
Poetry Contest Winners
In Astoria, Leo and I find a small church on our way to the river.
Poetry
A question will render in a throat before blowing out its socket.
iPoems
Salt lick inquest skill-step stalks. All flit, vanish: footfall’s fault.
Poem of the Week
Michelle dances on his forehead like an imp, like an illness in motion.
Poem of the Week
When I was born I saw death devour the birth of something.
Poem of the Week
Like a bird with a broken wing I will smudge the line of the hopscotch.
Poem of the Week
Sometimes in sunlight the scar shines, skin smooth and tight.
Poem of the Week
Outside the kids play stretcher. One of them was dying between my hands.
Poetry
Sing to your sisters in the water, let your arms and lashes flutter.
Poem of the Week
Christ is not alive but the she-blood is. Slow down and swerve to miss her.
N30B Winners
The sun falls back and vanishes like the men in my family who’ve died.
Poem of the Week
What would you say about the driver of the truck that killed you?
Poem of the Week
I measured your breath with my breath, your foot with my thumb.
Poem of the Week
It takes you more than ten thousand years to orbit the sun.
Poem of the Week
Last year alone, every American choked to death on a red balloon.
Poem of the Week
I feel delicious tody! I can claim the whole lawn with just one flamingo.
Poem of the Week
On the swings in the park, a woman sounds an off-key minor chord.
Poem of the Week
A family altar stuffed with dead family hanging now above the TV.
Poem of the Week
If it hasn’t killed you by now just wait. This doesn’t mean you can fly.
Poem of the Week
I’m touched by kindness, I declare. That anyone wants me is a miracle.
