TQ23 Poetry Prize

Funny, I thought Effigee would be a woman, her story stretched out soft coal and sorry before me, […]

GIVEN NAME: Effigee Sampson by Naima Yael Tokunow

Justin and I stole my boyfriend’s Ford wagon for its beach pass sticker and drove out to […]

Cours Cabronne, Nantes In the downpour, a girl was burying a small box. Inside, a hamster, dead and wrapped […]

The stream moves uneasily after run-off shines with pollution as we make our way to the edge, touch […]

It threatens to charm me: the sternness of centers. Oh, I have turned away to find my sister […]

—after Vuillard’s Garden at Vaucresson House is a dappled construct House is a shadowed land on a small […]

I studied fire scars on turbine blades by blue tape measure, by calendar. By blue tape measure, […]

I think you should know he was thirty-three,and not my first. I think you should know the sky […]

I have heard lately, more than once, of men falling out of their beds. Sometimes they hurt […]

your hands moved through me like water yet here I am […]

hey you don’t be fooled by the banana of my skin I’m […]

of the Woods I am in a dark soft hole. My mother put me here. I […]