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PEN Poetry Series

Once a week, the PEN Poetry Series publishes work by emerging and established writers from coast to coast. Subscribe to the Poetry Series mailing list and have poems delivered to your email as soon as they’re published. The series is edited by Danniel Schoonebeek, along with a rotating team of guest editors. 

July 1, 15

I died for Easter day and resurrected just / Like him for a week at the hospital I was high on morphine / And the nurses all laughed at me because they thought I was addicted / To ketamine... Read More  »

June 24, 15

she would pull her headscarf off / and strike the floor seven times / cursing the heavens and the Tyrant / I was in the cave / where convicts read in the dark / and painted the bestiary of the future on the walls Read More  »

June 17, 15

I have a ring that throws up when a cat dies / I have a ring where instead of a jewel it has one of God’s baby teeth / I have a ring commemorating my marriage to a green skull with the wings of a moth / I have a ring that protects me from not...Read More  »

June 10, 15

I touch the swollen skin / left of my right eye I ask Is this grace // is it violence is it black inside like inside / a black plum neither black nor red-violet Read More  »

June 3, 15

And I felt pale inside But never white inside or / Inside / I felt / Colored inside but colored white // Like I was truly white / The color white and / The master and his family // Were clear as glass / The clear / bright white not white of /...Read More  »

May 27, 15

I don't know if it was I / or the wind that lifted her forelocks but / what a mess her face was what a / traveling elsewhere / it was not here / I wanted to squeeze her face to make it stay / and maybe I did and maybe I...Read More  »

May 20, 15

Information doesn’t need to be true / to grow itself in your body like a peach / & be given as food to whoever, much later / What the world is / is making currency / from an ever-expanding meaningfulness / that carries no weight Read More  »

May 13, 15

u daughter of geechee gods / u femme no longer loving / the butch on top of her, u queer / my nickel plated heaven: / boys with breasts / & moustache / girls with hips / & apple Read More  »

May 6, 15

something’s about to be sawed / in the narrow stone alley between / the church convent and our bordering bed / of Double Late tulips opening / now too wide to go on living. Read More  »

April 30, 15

Tearfully, we bid farewell to poetry series guest editors Robert Fernandez, Heather Christle, and Cathy Park Hong, who have worked tirelessly over the past year to feature work from some of the most thrilling poets writing today. Read More  »

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