When the World Converted to Acronyms: Poetry by Joy Gaines-Friedler
When the World Converted to Acronyms
for James Kerr
Joy Gaines-Friedler teaches Advanced Poetry and Creative Writing for non-profits in the Detroit area, including the Prison...
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"Who Are Your Dead?"
Robert Carr Talks to A&U’s Noah Stetzer About His New Poetry Collection, The Unbuttoned Eye
“Who are your dead?”
Asked and answered in...
Shades: Poetry by Jim Nawrocki
Originally featured in the January 2010 issue of A&U.
Shades
Inspired by the filming of Gus Van Sant’s film Milk,
in San Francisco’s Castro district, January, 2008
They...
At the LGBT History Museum in San Francisco…: Poetry by Sean...
Winner of the 2015 Christopher Hewitt Award: Poetry
Born and raised in Southern Virginia, the house where Sean Patrick Mulroy grew up was built in...
The Police Arrest Me Restocking ARVs: Poetry by Akpa Arinzechukwu
The Police Arrest Me Restocking ARVs
I will never let no man nor God weep for me
anymore.
Let the pity end where my saliva lands.
At night...
Golden Shovel for Arthur Russell: Poetry by Harry Hoy
Golden Shovel for Arthur Russell
My cello sits in the corner collecting dust. This
could be embarrassing but the fine layer of rosin and mite is
invisible...
Reaching Past Silence: Poetry by Joe Babcock
Reaching Past Silence
It was the summer we had to be smaller
than towns where boys with pretty smiles
get their teeth knocked out.
To be blood brothers...
Disclosure: Poetry by Brent Calderwood
Disclosure
I really did cry over spilt milk.
Sobbing at breakfast, napkin in hand,
the broken glass,
the blue skim slick
spread thin as my mother’s money.
When I slipped...
“Days of 1993, ’94, and ’95”: Poetry by Benjamin S. Grossberg
Days of 1993, ’94, and ’95
The Montrose Clinic, Houston
Timing; the lag. You couldn’t know....
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