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How to Talk to a War Goddess: A Poetic Lesson From Sekhmet by Annie Finch

Consensus decision making, according to the mother of matriarchal studies Heidi Goettner-Abendroth, is woven into the definition of matriarchal societies. In these cultures, the re...

THE GODDESSNESS PRAYER by Annie Finch

A SACRED FEMININE VERSION OF THE LORD’S PRAYER BASED ON A TRANSLATION FROM THE ORIGINAL ARAMAIC Genevieve Vaughan recently posted, on a Maternal Gift Economy group, a link to a new...

A MIGHTY WORKING

The woman is perfected / Her dead / Body wears the smile of accomplishment” (Plath, “Edg...

Poems by Annelinde Metzner

For five days this March, I gifted myself with a stay at the Meher Baba Center in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. I often plan short getaways to help me find my center and decompress...

Three Poet Laureates Are Among the Vermonters Who Contributed to a Fiery New Protest Poetry Anthology

FOR HE IS AN ORCHID

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The Hour I Rise

They struck a match beneath my name,...

The chastity of poetry

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Poem: Oysters

The sister of the moon, we discovered, was the loch: And it uncovered as I tumbled in The white oil, found in my ears, which drips Onto the flayed tongue. The anger Which lives i...

Awakening from the silken cage

In a theater of glass we sit—...

THAT'S IT

E’en though it’s not Anon ...

THAT'S IT

E’en though it’s not Anon ...

THAT'S IT

E’en though it’s not Anon ...

“A Theory on the Origin of Language,” by Tishani Doshi

“Last night, after months away from home, / a lapwing piercing the still dark still / with its warnings.”

The Wild Iris: Nobel Laureate Louise Glück on the Door at the End of Your Suffering

"Whatever returns from oblivion returns to find a voice."

Writing Is a Way to Have Futurity

Being a student of Monica Ferrell’s was a singularly influential time in my life. Immediately upon meeting her, I wanted to be like her: to enter a room with the same serious allur...

Where The Fire Cannot Follow

When the air turns sharp with sparks,...

Nightfall

Looking for clues tonight, I read poetry,...

Any Common Desolation

"You may have to break your heart, but it isn’t nothing to know even one moment alive."

Poetry: I Too, Dislike It

I was a latecomer to poetry, curling my nose at it in that confounding and rather embarrassing way we have of discounting what we don’t understand, dismissing as useless what we do...

Monica Ferrell Reads Lucie Brock-Broido

The poet joins Kevin Young to read and discuss “Carrowmore,” by Lucie Brock-Broido, and her own poem “The Fifties.”

an older poet's advice

"An Older Poet’s Advice"...

“The Angel of Retail,” by Robert Pinsky

“Your spirit of grace in the taffy machine’s chrome arms / At Morris’s Candy performing a sarabande / Unknitting and knitting again immaculate sweets.”

a younger poet’s response

"Younger Poet's Reply"...