In “Someday I’ll Love Danielle DeTiberus,” the speaker battles with the poet and the person: Danielle DeTiberus, herself. Confessional and defiant, this persona poem excites on many levels. Someday I’ll Love Danielle DeTiberus Even though she doesn’t exactly exist.…
In “ELEGY FOR OUR PSEUDOHISTORIES,” the speaker navigates a world of obstacle and trauma. After all, “What is a horse/ if not a vehicle to test its rider.” ELEGY FOR OUR PSEUDOHISTORIES All political and social ideologies came alive,…
As a platform for emerging poets, our mission is to provide practical help for serious writers. The community lifts itself up together or not at all. In that light, we’ve been asking some great editors from around the literary community…
In “Beloved Disney Character and No Further Questions,” the speaker shifts with the form of the poem: fragmented and utilizing stream of consciousness. The speaker seeks self-discovery through directness and improvisation. \
A primary mission of Frontier is to provide high quality resources and practical help for serious poets—so we’ve been reaching out to poetry professors to help give clarity to this strange journey and stranger craft. This month, we got the…
In “Imagining My Sister in North Dakota,” a sister envisions her sister’s troubled reality through an intricate and profound prose poem; a reality that says “you are very small, only a blip in the field.” Imagining My Sister in…
Here’s a short selection, from our own Jose, of some of the best new poems that hit the web this November. These five poets, both established and emerging, deserve your attention and support—featuring work from Matthew J. Andrews in Pithead…
In “Musical Moment No. 2,” the speaker’s reality turns surreal as they face pressure and judgement under the spotlight: “The/ moment of impact is standing still/ because of you.” Musical Moment No. 2 A pull-chain lamp with green glass…
In “Quiver,” the speaker nurses and educates his son on the dangers of hot and cold; on the difference between patience and impulse.
In “with my prayer beads I pray for bad sushi,” the speaker contemplates the unshakeable impulse of longing: “the same space I seek poetry/ is where I also seek god. I’m not even/ sure what I’m praying for.” with…
