By Mary Hawley / Poetry /         This is how we begin: highway signs  in two languages, our bags thrown  into the back seat. Miles of...

By Kathy Jiang / Poetry /         光輝歲月 after Beyond The morning Wong Kai Kui died,  my father read the newspaper, phoned my mother from...

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By Heather Gluck / Second Place, 2025 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry /

By Em Palughi / First Place, 2025 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry /

By Stevie Chedid / Third Place, 2025 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry /

By Patricia Gray / Poetry /   In Ethiopia we have seen many eclipses.  We just heat glass until it is smoked and look through it at...

By Crystal Rivera / Poetry /   What bloomed from grief             came instinct,                                     came wrath. The...

By Xi Chen / Poetry /   There is nothing about John Ashbery’s racist poem sadder than the poem trying to cancel it by the student who...

By Robin Greene / Poetry /   Driving our ‘55 Chevy, my mom sings Sinatra while I sit beside to her, peering at Cunningham Park   as...

* A stone or wooden seal to sign one's name, used in Korea since the 2nd century B.C. By Nik Chang Hoon 임창훈 / Poetry /

By Cortney Esco / Poetry /   We’re out of eggs, and while I've got you, I'm sorry about that time I made you cry in the kitchen....

By James Lilliefors / Poetry / I take my days black now, no cream, as we used to take our nights neat, no ice. Unshaken. Sight...

By Kimberly Ramos / Poetry / because it’s Boston Christmas, the weekend in August when the last undergrads leave in mass exodus,  ...

By Sara Femenella / Poetry /   In an Uber through the valley of the blackest Birds, my mouth tastes like someone else’s   ...

By Jillian Stacia / Poetry / 1996, sleepovers at my grandmother’s house. My own room, a quilted bedspread. It was there I discovered the...

By Richard Collins / Poetry / But I am not a Buddhist—even that is denied me. My spirit needs matter—a medium—which resists the peaceful...

By Mara Adamitz Scrupe / Poetry / "On Wednesday, a Palestinian friend sent me a note of consolation. She ended it with the words 'only...

By Jonathan Fletcher / Poetry / it wasn’t poetic he was older it wasn’t right he was married words were misused he was our teacher we...

By Leah Umansky / Poetry / In Only Murders in the Building, one character says to another, what would your last day on Earth be like? and...

By Kai-Lilly Karpman / Poetry / Slept with every boy that I could name, including all my boyfriends. Her name became a punchline in the...