“Pure wonder, / and jealousy of the twisted universe’s / eye for both strategy and detail.” Anne Menasché brings existentialist dread and the world’s sheer, shocking and sometimes painful beauty into sharp and stunning relief in this quick but affecting…
Please join us in congratulating Frontier Poetry‘s Ekphrastic Poetry Prize Third Place winner, the commendable Apollo Beaber. Read his poem, selected by guest judge Steve Bellin-Oka, “Ode to Joe Brainard.” Apollo Beaber utilizes intentional form, detailed imagery, and raw emotion…
Please join us in congratulating the winner of Frontier Poetry‘s Ekphrastic Poetry Prize, the talented Ryan Varadi. The team here at Frontier Poetry is beyond thankful for everyone that has submitted their work to the contest–your voice is necessary. Thank…
Carling McManus brings us queer yearning with a thumping, rhythmic beat, accessing alliteration to bring us into an unfulfilled and all-too-familiar longing that reeks of adolescence. She writes: “I studied the figures, pictured them / shirtless, sweaty, sleeping or showering,…
“What does a dead boy talk about? / Who does he love?” In a long and storied tradition of queer longing, Jonathan Carroll spins a tale of Southern yearning with a heartbeat of danger that thumps throughout the poem, effortlessly…
Welcome to LINE LEVEL: Craft Lessons from Poets of Color, a monthly column in which writer, editor, and educator Joanna Acevedo zooms in on an element of craft from the work of BIPOC poets. LINE LEVEL unfolds in three parts:…
“I arrive at the zinfandel-vineyard wedding in a lipstick-pink wrap dress with light jade-green nails. /At the altar, the groom expands his mouth to the size of a small Grecian grotto and swallows the bride.” Jackie Sabbagh uses slight surrealist…
“I am clutching tight to every / pre-bombing, every pre-drug-induced nosedive. / The pre-dawn ghost of my dead cat jamming her head / against my calf in a figure eight, gray ears flattening alternately.” In this poem, Maureen Morris uses…
“These ghosts / gave everything to us, two girls from West Virginia / who were starving for closeness, dead or alive.” Jessica Hammack delivers a poem that makes us want to hold our breath as we weave through the nuances…
“the only constant in our friendship— / she’ll block me on facebook / after we go to a movie / a month or two passes in silence / then an invite for Taiwanese food” This week, Hannah Polinski fearlessly delves into…
