Dean Kostos’s newest book, This is Not a Skyscraper, contains many gems. This reflection on a porn watcher’s sense of entitlement to the attention of a neighborhood porn star–“earned by years of yearning”–is one such standout.
Dakota Garilli writes of boys, their mothers, and “how we learn /of love.”
L. Lamar Wilson illustrates the challenging intersection of childhood, homophobia, and race.
James Arthur reimagines the classic monster as a fashionable Manhattanite.
Jan Clausen’s remembrance of her father reminds us that memory is complex and grief is never linear.
Kris Bigalk demonstrates how potent one simple metaphor can be.
Jarrett Neal considers that familiar rite of passage from childhood to adolescence–the boys’ locker room.
RG Evans illustrates how adults can be bullied as well; and how they can come out of it triumphant.
Timothy Liu writes of addiction, resentment, and family secrets.
Lauren Camp recounts a woman’s tender moment with her father-in-law, bonding over Emily Dickinson.
Bill Trüb presents a poem replete with striking–and eerie–imagery.
Recalling Robert Hayden’s classic poem “Those Winter Sundays,” Philip Clark presents his own remembrance of a father and his sacrifices.
In this remembrance of a grandfather, Charles Bane Jr. writes of coal mines and light, death and the sublime.
Maura Alia Badji’s poem about a sister, a brother, and a jock strap is funny and, in a surprising way, tender.
For Valentine’s Day, enjoy these two wife/husband poems–which are normally performed simultaneously–from Helen Wing.