TQ23 Poetry Prize

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

THE BOY WHO HAS SEEN IT ALL by Eric Burger

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 […]

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

Not enough language for the singing flock. The man fishing at the mouth of it. Tonight, I hang dresses […]

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

Say I’m killed by lightning while feeding a horse. A light drizzle, the meadow wide and lush. Say […]

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

No abduction. Just a hoop of light I felt like stepping into. At a folding desk with a box […]

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