Prayer A silver morning, a shore cool and widening, I watch the lowering tide, waves skim, slide a whisper, a murmur, a hostess, a curled hand: Come in, out, hospitality of sea and sand. Learn agai…

I saw a girl online Singing Rape Me by Nirvana while squinting at the camera, obviously sexual in intention & doing a pretty good job of it too, with all that shaded-lip type sensuality turned …

Explore themes of growth, identity, and humanity in Nathaniel Gutman's poetic reflection on life, love, and the bittersweet moments that define us.

power I think it was an accident when it fell out of the tree and landed on my arm. This brown, 6-legged thing just trying to blend in with the bark. It would have been simple to smash it with my p…

How to Remember Love A holy mixture of feral juice and exquisite bamboozlement. Or a surprise recess from the humdrum. Some breezy whirl of pluck that unabashedly spills from your pocket. Letting i…

Testimony Always my mind was turning each good memory to rot, so surprised to find an old photo that told me otherwise or hear from the past a friend who uttered my name with tenderness. Covered wi…

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PLOT I had a map in my heart to sense which room my father was in before I entered the house. An X on the kitchen or his bedroom, or the living room located him. Red X warned me to go to a neighbor…

ONE ART’s October 2026 Reading Date: Sunday, October 4Time: 2pm EasternDuration: 1.5 hours Host: Mark Danowsky (Founder/EIC of ONE ART) Featured Poets: Susan Vespoli, Heather Kays, Jean Mikhail, jo…

My Marriage Moves as If Love were cycles, It meshes like gears. Like two lovers seeking hand holds In each other’s rock face. Like reverse figures Climbing opposite ends Away from and towards each …

Explore the powerful poetry of Marie Landau, capturing sisterhood, identity, and the quest for belonging in 'Unkind, Unkindred.'

Good Cancer That’s what the urologist called it. As curable as it gets. A hard spot, like a calcification, unyielding to the thumb. The sonographer adjusted the towels. Her head tilted as the image…

A Girl Sitting Next to Me on a Plane to Cincinnati Asks Me Where I Am from She turns to me somewhere above the clouds, twenty years old maybe, with eyes wide open the way I, too, used to have. Wher…

Chugga Chugga I stand by the window, toddler on my hip. We watch trains surge by the dead-end street. He waves and says die. I say buh buh bye train. Thinking again, say hi train, bye train. That i…

ONE ART’s Top 10 Most-Read Poets of September 2026 Betsy Mars R.J. Gordon Tony Gloeggler Nancy Sobanik Austin Petersen Jennifer Abod Susan Kress Clif Mason Michael Nelson Lynne Kemen

Eating Pumpkin Pancakes at Elmo’s After My Appointment at the Movement Disorder Clinic Elmo’s is crowded, of course, at lunchtime, but we still score a great table and a friendly waitress. My left …

Last Day !! ~ September 30th ~ The last couple days have been BIG!! We received 14.4% of our goal in just two days (!!) partly thanks to one especially generous donor. We’ve now reached 66.2% of th…

On Loan I’ve carried the same quilted handbag since June. Floral and white, a spring wedding on my arms. The leather wallet (something blue) stuffed with faded receipts. I reach for it at thr…

ATTACHMENT THEORY They slashed my mother’s belly to drag me out; six weeks early; a five pound tumor; stashed in the neonatal ICU. Nowadays they say the compression is worth the mild oxygen d…

Kelli Russell Agodon – Poem to the Future Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer – Fact Checking Abby E. Murray – Political Love Poem David B. Prather – Bullet Ant Grace Alvino – H…

Knives In the drawer are spoons. In the cabinet are cups. There is an organ inside me. Some say it holds love. But I say it holds knives that cut me open like a tomato when I touch you. Knives that…

The installer To learn to cross a road is to download an app and delete the installer. You no longer ask which foot first, which way should I look? The app runs. You cross. Life is simpler when you…

Ablation They wheeled me in while a nurse said she liked my stripy socks. That was the last clean sentence I heard. Before, the doctor said Cooked and Cure and Pilot. The room was sharp and silent.…

Stray Steps I want to climb our front steps, Sit and lean my right arm on the iron railing. Lean back into that day When Dad was to my left— The other support to lean on. Less than an hour before t…

The Unsung There is a song for everything, even for an anthill crushed beneath a passing boot. But its story cannot rise in song the way a bee shares her odysseys with wax-faced sunflowers. There i…

Explore the complexity of identity in Susan Kress's poem, where selves shift like costumes, inviting reflection on who we truly are.

Discover the evocative poetry of Lana Hechtman Ayers in her latest collection, _A Hole in the Night_, capturing love and nature's whispers.

Belletrist Once again I fall hard in love with a word. Belletrist: a writer of belles lettres. Beautiful letters! From apple to zigzag with twenty-four loves tall as ship masts or low as open water…

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Day 80 Now I lay on the floor to ground myself. I left my phone in the living room so I wouldn’t be tempted to reread the messages from a year ago, wonder if the signs were there and I could be 15 …

Day 80 Now I lay on the floor to ground myself. I left my phone in the living room so I wouldn’t be tempted to reread the messages from a year ago, wonder if the signs were there and I could be 15 …

tender cuts i don’t like to be asked what my gender is anymore like silas denver melvin says, it is usually a case of cis people asking cis questions, which is to say you think you’re asking me how…

Diagnosis Silent in straight-back chairs, my wife and I watch the doctor review her chart. Alzheimer’s, he says. Then, without waiting a beat, he asks You going to keep teaching? His cool casualnes…

Singing Lesson Not until my second singing lesson did I admit that I had been strangled three times. I said it as a joke though it was true. I may have fainted or pretended to. It was in the martyr…

The Day My Children Got Stuck Damn my voice, stalled somewhere between the first and second floors of my lungs, non-explosive. Damn these hands, too vast to reach you through cracks. I never though…

I Close My Eyes on the Old World Tomorrow, I’ll board my plane, ending my temporary importance in this place, here where dusk can last for hours, the water ever silvery and shining, swans gli…

Paper Can Only Be Folded Seven Times, and Other Inconveniences Sometimes, at the intersection of Lewis, the light turns green just as the train stops traffic. Sometimes I let the mug run cold, leav…

In Praise of Our Wounds They say the moon was formed from the body of the earth as a consequence of a crash. Suddenly, and without notice, what was a whole planet became two, what was once perfect …

In Praise of Our Wounds They say the moon was formed from the body of the earth as a consequence of a crash. Suddenly, and without notice, what was a whole planet became two, what was once perfect …

When Hope Cries Out, It’s Usually Contained in Something It Shouldn’t Be like how today at work someone calls and asks me if the hospital accepts old wedding dresses, because her mom recently passe…