Someone Once Told Me I Walk Down the Hall like Coyolxauhqui Walking into Battle
the way my chest requested a warrant for paz
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A Dog Day in Toontown
Suppose we were to go to the middle
After the beginning but before the night
Sharp thought, cool head, sunken trout
These days I’m un-der the worst of it. I sing the cau-tious language again, the co-corico.
Into the tomb which houses my body which houses my life
what God took I can’t take to my tomb
PoNW’s Favorites | Winter 2026
Poetry collections to wander, want, and whirl this winter: The Hungering Years by Summer Farah (Host, Feb.) has an electric pulse both steady and sudden, dense like the tightness of …
Interview// “A Wild Palimpsest of Histories”: A Conversation with Aaron Coleman
“I wonder what our bodies do with time, and I see this collection as a living archive exploring that question, both asking and responding to it.”—Aaron Coleman
Radical Stasis: Jericho Brown’s Duplex Form
“What does it mean for a poem to be a gesture toward home? To me, I read this statement as suggesting that a poem is an expression toward wholeness…”
2025 James Welch Prize
We are delighted to feature our 2025 James Welch Prize winners and finalists in our online folio.
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