Jill Alexander Essbaum
I float in your shallows like tears atop water. — Jill Alexander Essbaum, The Devastation (Cooper Dillon, 2009)
Category: Chapbook
Kristian Goldmund Aumann
A magic came out of your smileGold thread of gold threadStars illuminating the skyThereWhere in the mountain streamHealing waterTears of ice as a gift to me ― Kristian Goldmund Aumann, Love Poems (ebook) Published February 7th 2011 by Smashwords Edition
Casandra López
So frequently I speak of longing, a language weighted with impossibility, but right now I say: remember this moment— how we mouth hunger, remember the way we map ourselves anew. — Casandra López, from “Continent of Desire,” Brother Bullet (University of Arizona Press, 2019)
Miriam Bird Greenberg
There are many ways to talk about loss; it is like a body walking next to you in the night, ghost of the lost one keeping you company, or only your own grief stumbling beside you in the darkness. — Miriam Bird Greenberg, from “All Night in the New Country,” All Night in the New… Continue reading Miriam Bird Greenberg
Salma Deera
When I love, it happens almost all at once. It is inconsiderate, unrefined— a child screeching in a supermarket. It is a thunder clap. It is a small village blackout. It is Aphrodite rising from the sea foam, fully formed. — Salma Deera, “The Graceless Matter of Loving,” Letters From Medea. (October 17, 2015)
Allison Titus
I gave you that sleep, a pale asylum from the hours I did not love you and did not say. —Allison Titus, from “Self-Portrait as the Train Passes,” Sum of Every Lost Ship. (Cleveland State U Poetry Center; 1 edition November 16, 2009)
Jenny Sadre-Orafai
The Dive I relearn how to press my body against other bodies. My slick flesh like scales, like fish tail, hums across men’s spines during autumn afternoons. I teach my mouth words like sunshine, cupcake. The mouth, once a fist, now can’t help but smile when it wags out these glittery promises. My legs remember… Continue reading Jenny Sadre-Orafai
Connor Grogan
I see, I read, I world, I am, I articulate, I incorporate my Self, I sing the ‘I,’ single unmoored line across whole swaths of text. — Connor Grogan, from “Appendix.” Diagram 15.5 October 28, 2015.
Stevie Edwards
I keep saying this isn’t even my death to grieve and grieve a little more. — Stevie Edwards, from “Protest,” Humanly. (Small Doggies Press 2015)
Sara June Woods
Hairless E, do you remember when you came over once & we passed the time trying to pull up the floorboards to see if someone had hidden something there that would make our lives feel big enough to crush us? — Sara June Woods, from “dear hairless eric,” ~yr various hairlessnesses~ (2014)
The Vale of Soul-Making 