Jericho Brown
Some dark of us dark,
The ones like me, walk
Around looking for
A building or a bridge. […]
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Rebecca Hazelton
The streetlights in the cul-de-sac
blinked on one by one, illuminating
the husband’s grief as it rose and fell […]
Marguerite L. Harrold
He kept asking
Hot tub juice steamed as my ass hit air
Balanced over the shoulder of a hulking boy from Palatine
All I knew about him could fit on the wings of a fly […]
New Work by Sam Ross Plus a Conversation with Sam Ross and Phillip B. Williams
Sam Ross’s book Company was chosen by Carl Phillips for the 2017 Four Way Books Levis Prize in Poetry and is forthcoming in 2019. […]
Sanam Sheriff
& the nozzle is mouth enough,
& the engine cuts like a fine blade
sharpening the redwoods
into a funeral of hands, grasping […]
Hiwot Adilow
New work by Hiwot Adilow plus a conversation between Hiwot and Phillip B. Williams […]
Alan C Pelaez Lopez
before the crossing1 our family could understand the whispers of the water2. we bathed our cuerpos morenos as if we we were holy […]
Danez Smith
New work by Danez Smith plus a conversation between Danez and Phillip B. Williams […]
Adam Falkner
I was a wack poet. An
open mic all star. Flash
and footwork and gum chew. […]
Jae Nichelle
Children don’t play outside no more leads to daughters don’t help in the kitchen no more and I drop rice on the carpet but kick it towards my cousin so it looks like she did it […]