TQ23 Poetry Prize

You were misnamed Auguster, a boy’s name some would say, and your mother called Amy instead of Annie […]

GIVEN NAME: Listerine Woods by Naima Yael Tokunow

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

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

Women turn into lakes all the time. I rely on the old tropes: one hand outstretched,the other clawed […]

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

Rachel Abramowitz’s poems and reviews have appeared in The Threepenny Review, American Poetry Review, Tin House Online, Seneca […]

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

Peach-colored butterflies have freed themselves from the wallpaper but, with no experience flying, have dropped to the floor […]

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

I. The trees are still mostly green. One hemisphere of paleness, a plaque or two of blood-coloreds, […]

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

“O sweetness of eternity, may my heart grow to love thee” Prayers for Fellow-Prisoners To repeat a word […]