Poetry
Sonnets | Freesia McKee
Sonnet with Character Triangle You were a doting bee on purple asters and whenever I opened the back gate trying to reach my Subaru by the garage, I disturbed you. We [...]
“Ask Grief” and “For Courage” | Jenna Wysong Filbrun
Ask Grief “…having perceived you as [one] who is ‘a greater myself’…” —Teilhard de Chardin I do learn to free the things winging into the cage of [...]
On Some Sort of Edge | Izze Modell-Kowalski
On some sort of edgeby Izze M-K in the bathouse at midnight alone becoming black oil shadowed against the (dark blue) the sun was tempered in a [...]
Avenue | Chris Holdaway
from Avenueby Chris Holdaway At the risk of reality: the plaster sky is crashing down. Roads delirious with their own markings and the event horizon of train tracks [...]
Self-Portrait from Sherburne, NY | Erin Lutz
Self-Portrait from Sherburne, NYby Erin Lutz I avoid wearing skirts, shorts, anything that shows off the legs that I let get so pale in fear of ticks, mosquitos, anything with mouthparts meant [...]
Adjusting Sails | Abbey Leibert
Adjusting Sailsby Abbey Leibert Water is a universal solvent. I will not be left unresolved. I can be free, let the water flow. Worry like a ship stuck in a bottle kept [...]
Polarity | Gabriella Pereira
Polarityby Gabriella Pereira Oh it’s you again. Stranger from the bus with the orange pom-pom hat, like the one I saw in that store on Marshall that went under. Stand with me, [...]
Two Poems | Joshua Harris
Licorice Business Gossamer spiderwebs wrap around the toes of upside-down leapers, who, given the chance, will run off with your milk So the spiders have a steady income And I, a [...]
Skins: Crip Drift Leadville | Petra Kuppers
In this videopoem, two humans and a tree dance, feel, see and explore together in Leadville, Colorado, a 10,000-foot-high city and Superfund site surrounded by high piles of mining waste that [...]
Poems from Nashawannuck Pond | David Ram
I hadn’t thought much of the wind today / before I pushed into the pond and found / how little, mind you, how little the wind / thought of me
Inescapable | Sandy Feinstein
Church bells pealed canonical hours / matins, lauds, praise be for sunrise / prime, terce, sext / become silent graphics
Petit Manan | Leah Nath
boardwalk greasy with entangled seaweed, the rickety path to my summer blossomed open towards ...
Medicine | Loralee Clark
If there is enough bark left, / if its trunk lying nearby / or if you were the one to fell it / you might be able to tell a tree’s identity ...
River Reflections | Scott T. Starbuck
Multitudes of hands / open and close / like sea anemones ...
Youth Voices | Write Out
Youth Voices Unearthed is honored to feature the voices of Write Out authors in our Spring 2024 issue. Write Out is an afterschool program that partners with community centers across Syracuse to [...]
Adirondack Weekend | Tomas Todisco
Haiku written on Rocky Peak Ridge in the Adirondack Mountains.
Little Glass Jar | Kiera McManus
On the promise of honey.
Song the Wind | Evelyn Pae
In this new age of machines / i am the racer who drives through the sky / the comb that rakes the long hair of the prairie / and sings her a lullaby when the nights grow cold
Worm | Giles Goodland
Perhaps the most grounded animals are most linked to our own eventual and possibly post human resurgence.
Phantom Bottom | Molly Kugel
In 1946, sonar detected what appeared to be the bottom of the ocean, but it was a body suspended between the surface and the seabed. The “Phantom bottom” moved up and down and was later discovered to be millions of small fish.