Poetry
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.
Poetry by Carly Kaste
You can be aware and mindful and in tune to what is good / But the choices we can make are not the ones we really should.
Three Poems by Justin Albinder
Light is spewed from city streets, It travels fast, and travels far, But the price to keep the ground well-lit, Is to lose sight of the stars.
Poems by Jeremy Allan Hawkins
is was this a nice day for a walk along the tracks along the walls and fences that line the tracks along the barriers behind
Never Fully by H.E. Fisher
I have learned not to trust governments, teachers, or textbooks.
On Stony Creek by Kristin Camitta Zimet
amassing on my back whatever / curls in eddies
The Earth is a Lost Thing by Anthonyne Metelus
Is a new penny / its copper shining in the sun
Catharsis: The Raven by Theresa Ferrigno
moments pass till what’s left is only wax paper and greased fingers
Poems by Brent Shenton
I am going out amongst the gray and green mountains to learn again why I keep coming back here