All posts in Poem of the Week

  • comfort in ten landscapes

    by anaïs peterson

    “2. the notable absence of acute danger/
    a. soft orange evening light and faded blue couch covers/
    b. mass produced lemon bars over dusted with powdered sugar that are somehow still delicious”


  • Counting

    by Gail Langstroth

    “March winds vex pine boughs/forsythia says we love you, air; /we love you/ my shadow claws cement’s/ cache”


  • Hate Has No Home Here

    by Shooooz

    Listen, when I point out
    The scent of fresh-baked revisionism
    Lingering in the air
    While the woman in the window
    With the perfect beachy hair
    Bends over the oven and
    She has no face
    Just a thin, wide-spaced font
    Across her front
    Typeset in too many tongues to count


  • Lonely Pantoum

    When I see an animal alone in the biggest field
    I wonder if they are lonely or if I’m projecting.
    Every night this winter a parade
    of brake lights, the backstory.


  • Apricot Jam

    by Erin Hyatt

    Here, it is always 1985.
    There is spoiled chicken
    salad on the patio furniture;
    there are apricots
    rotting on the ground.
    I sink my teeth into July,
    and boil orange fruit to the bone
    on a gasoline fire that stinks
    like rust. Just down the road,
    an old tractor hums back to life.


  • The Bible

    by Abigail Gallen     Abigail Gallen is a 17-year-old rising senior at Lincoln Park Performing Arts Charter School. She is the founder and president of the Social Justice Club at North Allegheny High School, and […]