We start 2017 with Mark Ward’s exhortation that poetry embrace “the callous bark,” since “to beautify /the world [we] cannot be contained in stanzas.”
Night Sweats
Mark Ward offers two–or is it three?–interweaving narratives of queer desire in this poem.
Next Town Over Kid
Mark Ward paints a chilling picture of parental abuse based on gender performance and implied sexual orientation.