* 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...

By K. Hari / First Place, 2024 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry / at dawn on the balcony, clothesline strung up with birdsong before light and...

By Molly Pershin Raynor / Second Place, 2024 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry /

By Lillian Emerick Valentine / Third Place, 2024 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry / My husband stands in army fatigues and ballet flats,...

By Alyson Mosquera Dutemple / Poetry / There was music wailing from room 308 late on a Sunday night and your teeth were shiny straight...

By Daniela Paraguya Sow / Poetry / Romela roams through Cebu City Library, sifting through shelves for me. Romela returns with the faded...

By Sreekanth Kopuri / Poetry / from Machilipatnam I sweep the yesterday's leaves and burn but a sense of its silence wisps out a scroll,...

By Mary Angelino / Poetry / Opening shot: the ingénue notices how they appreciate beauty— the high-backed chair at the office, leather...

By Jeddie Sophronius / Poetry / My mother delivered me to this land, her ancestral tears washed me clean after my first cry. I am the son...

By Tristan Joseph Espinoza / Poetry / Dallas is boring these days, the endless suburban outlook, that stuck look on her face, I just keep...

By Chris Barton / Poetry / On Rockaway Beach, they eat blood orange cake and suffer fashionably. How much sleep to devour one murked...