PoemThe Skin's InstructionBy Jessica RigneyIt's important she says that summerFlatten itself against autumn. That it keep Insisting yes yes it'…
PoemHood AestheticBy Amy M. AlvarezNaturally, broken glass, throbbing bass, a roll of bills and a paper bag passed between the hands of…
PoemA Toothless Crackhead Was the MascotBy Reginald Dwayne Betts[An Outline for a Film] A woman leans against a man who leans against a brick wall watching cars stop…
PoemSummer, AfternoonBy Alvin FeinmanThis this will it always be, and why To ever argue for: here walking In its life, or sprawled, or loitering…
PoemSummer (’16)By Rachel Tzvia Back1 The cyclamens have a hard time breathing in July. The sun ravages them and earth is too dry. Still…
PoemSummer (’15)By Rachel Tzvia BackIn the capital the women are fasting. 50 days for the 50 day war in a white tent on burning pavement…
PoemSummer (’14)By Rachel Tzvia BackIn the south we are busy nowslaughtering each other, there's no timefor flowers—Slowly summer willscalding…
PoemBlame It On SummerBy Linda Rodriguezthat I smile too widely, grinning really, and laugh too loud and often; that I walk with spring and …
PoemKnoxville, TennesseeBy Nikki GiovanniI always like summer best you can eat fresh corn from daddy's garden and okra and greens and cabbage…
Poempoetry-magazineHere’s an Ocean TaleBy Kwoya Fagin MaplesMy brother still bites his nails to the quick, but lately he’s been allowing them to grow. So much hurt…
Poempoetry-magazineSummer’s SongBy Ed Roberson strophe Faraway trains distant planes the din permeating streets of traffic sounds, but summer coming…
PoemA Mabon CrownBy Annie FinchOur voices press from us and twine around the year's fermenting wine Yellow fall roars Over the ground…
Poem[what if a much of a which of a wind]By E. E. Cummingswhat if a much of a which of a wind gives truth to the summer's lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the…
PoemAutumnal EquinoxBy Joseph MasseySober for once, for what— for the words to budge. We spent summer propped up by each other's stuttering…
Poempoetry-magazineThe Jaguar and the MangoBy Jose Hernandez Diaz A mango fell from a tree into a jaguar’s paws. It was late summer. The jaguar devoured the fruit and…
Poempoetry-magazineCuauhtémoc XochipilliBy Jose Hernandez Diaz A jaguar sat in a tree. It was midsummer. The sun was shining fiercely. The jaguar was a golden color…
Poempoetry-magazineMight Have Been July, Might Have Been DecemberBy Robert WrigleyMore oblique the eagle’s angle than the osprey’s precipitous fall, but rose up both and under them dangled…
Poempoetry-magazineHokkaidoBy Kit FanIt was summer in Hokkaido. The forest stole the wind and I swallowed my footsteps. Nobody came to the…
Poempoetry-magazineIn the Month of Cleaning Family PlotsBy Sy Hoahwah In the month of cleaning family plots, I learned football among graves. All summer, fangs were plentiful…
PoemQuiescenceBy Alyse KnorrBetween us bobs the baby, solemn in her infant wet suit. The pool is the only place where screaming …