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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 PEN Poetry Series mailing list and have poems delivered to your email as soon as they're published (no spam, no news, just poems). Submissions are currently closed, but please feel free to familiarize yourself with our submission guidelines

September 2, 15

To Wall / Street, which saw / across the continent plot / by plot & which brought / west ledgers. // The discovery / of writing, Lévi-Strauss says, begets / wherever it arises oppression. // From such / ruin tulips blossomed. Read More  »

August 26, 15

Master of fine art? More like paper / airplane disaster factory. // Gerard Manley Hopkins? / More like a clod of Earth flung skyward / towards God's stupid face. Read More  »

August 19, 15

Why did you come here. What do you want. Are you filming this. Do you live in this neighborhood. Do you feel comfortable. Can I ask is that a weave. Is the neighborhood treating you well. Do you read the news. Where’s your real hair. Do you like...Read More  »

August 12, 15

The Whole Foods is looted and they are all drinking champagne, dancing. All of them will get a cold later. / Riot champagne becomes a term among us that winter. / I wasn’t there but I was there too. My germs were there. / I too had that cold. Read More  »

August 5, 15

Kings in the capitol lift capital to the light like massive infants. // No commander will ask a pistol to bend / and obey a demand for late bloom, new roots, and living loam. // Man’s world must be just a wound hidden by a uniform, / loyal like a...Read More  »

July 29, 15

In exile from circles of protest on the square. / In exile from an oxymoron spotlighted above. / In exile from the neo-alphabet of a first love. / In exile from pozzolan mixed with fly ash. Read More  »

July 22, 15

And I trust people // to make good choices / so I don’t have to impale them // on the tines of my pitchfork. Or otherwise // govern them. Why do you need so much / government, if you don’t like government why // do you insist upon making / these...Read More  »

July 15, 15

i fold my knees to a brown god, even // if he exists only for me. Bismilla’ hirah maa / neraheeem. take me home, where i can be a seed. // take me home, ameen. Read More  »

July 8, 15

A white man says we need to set a higher bar for / terrorism and then rides off my timeline on a police horse. There's nothing new / I could learn from another man—I know / enough about being awful in being / an awful one myself. Read More  »

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  »