Poetic Medicine

A collaborative slow renga written by Fiona Lesley Bennett, Andrea Witzke Slot, Eve Lyons, and Katherine Perry from January-April, 2017 Wi...

By Carol Muske-Dukes He rode “no hands,” speeding headlong down the hill near our house, his arms extended, held rigid away from his bod...

By Frank Bidart The planet turns there without you, beautiful. Exiled by death you cannot touch it. Weird joy to watch postulates lived...

By Fae Kayarian Madam Physician- I never saw myself in medicine until I met you. I only knew of straight white men, wearing straight ...

By Shauna Barbosa Inside, this vessel feels like the 1996 spelling bee when I forgot u in language. Vovo left Fogo to Praia. Now she has...

By Hafizah Geter for Tamir Rice (2002-2014) Mr. President, After they shot me they tackled my sister. The sound of her knees hitting ...

By Natalie Calderon America, the so-called land of the free  But is it still free if I take a knee? Our president wants to “Make Americ...

By Kobe Bryant  From the moment I started rolling my dad’s tube socks And shooting imaginary Game-winning shots In the Great Western F...

By Sherman Alexie Envy How odd to be jealous of one's lover's Long ago lovers, when one should thank them For their various fa...

By Amy King  The words became librarians, custodians of people I looked for on the bridge. I forgot my own face. I read the book backwa...

By Rae Armantrout 1.  The best part is when we’re tired of it all in the same degree, a fatigue we imagine to be temporary, and we ...

By Bob Dylan Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I’m on the pavement Thinking about the government The man in the tren...

By F.I. Goldhaber Your tears are not enough. Your prayers are not enough. Your shares are not enough. Your hashtags are not enough. Yo...

By Halsey It's 2009 and I'm 14 and I'm crying Not really sure where I am but I'm holding the hand of my best friend Sam ...

By Terrance Hayes Now that my afro’s as big as Shaft’s I feel a little better about myself. How it warms my bullet-head in Winter, bla...

By Billy Collins Today we woke up to a revolution of snow, its white flag waving over everything, the landscape vanished, not a single...

By Kenneth Patchen  The snow is deep on the ground.    Always the light falls Softly down on the hair of my belovèd. This is a good w...

over an all-you-can-eat buffet, a Gravely lawn mower my only dowry. So I moved from daddy's home to his shiny new kitchen, where I...

By Charles Bukowski if it doesn't come bursting out of you in spite of everything, don't do it. unless it comes unasked out of ...

By Bob Dylan  Well, my shoes, they come from Singapore My flashlight’s from Taiwan My tablecloth’s from Malaysia My belt buckle’s from ...