April Is: National Poetry Month

Dead Stars Ada Limón Out here, there's a bowing even the trees are doing. Winter's icy hand

Greensickness Laurel Chen after Gwendolyn Brooks My wild grief didn't know where to end.

Connor Everywhere But Adam Falkner after Jericho Brown Connor on the four train, sports page rolled

De'an Heid E. Erdrich Dogs so long with us we forget that wolves allowed as how they might be

Butter, Olive Oil, Flour Lucia Cherciu Even the grocery list is a love poem, a prayer— God, let me

a remix for remembrance Kristiana Rae Colón For my students This is for the boys whose bedrooms are

American Sonnet for the New Year Terrance Hayes things got terribly ugly incredibly quickly things

Staircase Adam Gianforcaro I trip on the title, clumsy as I am, and topple down the first few lines.

Meanwhile the Watermelon Seed Idra Novey On Tuesday, new prisoners arrive. In late fall, when leaves

An Improvement in Stairs Mairead Small Staid Through the oculus of the bus terminal at Boston's

Poem in the Shape of the Poet Beating Henry Kissinger to Death with Their Bare Hands Felix Lecocq --

spring Safia Elhillo After Louise Glück it's late now, it's early, no way to know which

I want a president Zoe Leonard I want a dyke for president. I want a person with aids for president

I Have a Time Machine Brenda Shaughnessy But unfortunately it can only travel into the future at a

As a Human Being Jericho Brown There is the happiness you have And the happiness you deserve. They

Tree Jane Hirshfield It is foolish to let a young redwood grow next to a house. Even in this one

Sorrows Lucille Clifton who would believe them winged who would believe they could be beautiful who

Book of Zippers Luci Arbus-Scandiffio When I was a child I was always touching something the crease

Instead of Depression Andrea Gibson try calling it hibernation. Imagine the darkness is a cave in

Conversation with Mary Gabrielle Bates What language did the angel speak My most private language Was

Tin Bucket Jenny George The world is not simple. Anyone will tell you. But have you ever washed a

kami/kaze : a correspondence Ng Yi-Sheng An astronaut and a samurai fall in love. They write each

What Is White? Mary O'Neill White is a dove And lily of the valley And a puddle of milk Spilled

The Resemblance Between Your Life and a Dog Robert Bly I never intended to have this life, believe me

At Last the New Arriving Gabrielle Calvocoressi Like the horn you played in Catholic school the city

Poem (I lived in the first century of world wars) Muriel Rukeyser I lived in the first century of

Becoming a Poet Susan Browne I was five, lying facedown on my bed when someone stabbed me in the back

On the Origin of Trans Femmes Kai Cheng Thom for Meredith Russo we are the daughters of witches that

This Spring James A. Pearson How can I love this spring when it's pulling me through my life

Bad New Government Emily Berry Love, I woke in an empty flat to a bad new government; it was cold the