For He Was a Great Man

Juan Felipe Herrera, U.S. Poet Laureate Emeritus

– for George Floyd, RIP For he was a great man thrown & pulled toward the flames For the flames were familiar for they would seal his story For he was taken down face down body down to account For…

9 Poems from Poetry 2

Terza Rima, Italian & English Sonnets, Free Verse

Kelly Flatley (Terza Rima) There are certain things that we don’t talk about She’ll take you to the drive through if you want to get that milkshake you said that they sell. But you’ll forget to drink it ‘cause you…

Full Circle Sail

Daniel Picker

for Aurelie and Leah With the mast up while wheeling the boat out from the yard, by the sandy shore to launch as if for the first time, sun bright, sky light, wind half brisk, a new adventure on this…

9 New Poets, 9 New Poems

Berklee Students

Cassie Long, “Atropos” Aidan Meachem, “Swimmer” Sara Gougeon, “Ojala” Haley Griffin, “Go to Therapy” Simon Hubbard, “Drain” AL Riordan, “Tea” Riley Goldstein, “Shelter in Place” Delaney Parker, “Femme Fatale” Olivia Rodriguez, “Meeting You”

Charades and Four Other Poems

Robert Carr

Confessional I want to be inside the wooden ribcage of a god. I want to fold my clothes in a small room with a red velvet curtain. I’d confess: Once, on the Boston Common, I kissed a stranger in a

Social Distance and Two Other Poems

Eileen Cleary

Social Distance Like the car-heavy bison on the ruined road in Chernobyl’s exclusion zone, she keeps her home here. A raven stretches its wings atop a crucifix in spring as Maria farms her atomic land. Armored bugs threaten her crops.…

“The Longest Day” & Two Other Poems

Cristopher Gonzalez

A bottomless whir creeping through the walls Stationed accordingly Chipping away at the instance, most elusive of my attempts to focus, and realize its potential To collapse in delirium, incapable of sustaining such heavy bandwidth To be spinning through tunnels Unaware of such disturbing fissures channeling shapely, and more over through an infinite atmosphere If I was to see you now, you’d be quiet and agreeable And I’d be far away, weathering my sickness into your trivial concerns for your reality Mine coming to pieces along my ideas...