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By Will HarrisWhat other kind of writer puts so much stock in the quasi-religious notion of a calling or a vocation?
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By Elaine KahnMy writing was not more important to me than my wish to have a family. And this is the well from which much of my shame flowed.
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By Richard HellIf you can describe it, you must not be knowing it.
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My writing was not more important to me than my wish to have a family. And this is the well from which much of my shame flowed.
Prose from Poetry Magazine
What other kind of writer puts so much stock in the quasi-religious notion of a calling or a vocation?
Prose from Poetry Magazine
If you can describe it, you must not be knowing it.
Prose from Poetry Magazine
I want reading a poem to be a bit like risky sex.
Prose from Poetry Magazine
When asked to muse on an awkward or difficult emotion, I think: Aren’t all emotions awkward?
From the Poetry Magazine Archive
- PoemBy Destiny O. Birdsongthe women, small and neat,
top each other like
slices of wonder bread.
when she and i
finally meet,
we knead each other—
fresh dough—
adjusting our
rehearsed finger-tread.
outside, magnolias
cup their sepals
like good hands.
inside, we spade
like leaves: tenderly,
and only at each other’s bidding.
when my sister
stopped speaking to me,
what... - PoemBy Timothy LiuComing back
from the ski trip
in the back of a van,
it had gotten dark
enough for
the steady hum
of the engine
to lull us all
into a deep sleep—
my best friend
and I having
the backseat
all to ourselves.
Have you ever felt
your body starting
to lean toward
its truest
intentions—head
hoping hard
for... - PoemBy Bruce SniderShe lip-syncs “Hello God,” then “9 to 5.”
She struts. Or does she fly? Like the soul,
a rhinestone, she tells us, will never die.
She’s a blush-pink Bible. Patched together,
she’s a cosmic doll. Mirror of a mirror,
she winks, her face the only...
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Poetry was founded in Chicago by Harriet Monroe in 1912.
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