Articles by Poetry Editor

Poems curated by FORTH poetry editors.


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Burn Us: Poetry by Sonia Greenfield

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They had to use fire extinguishers to put them out. They were carbonized. — Abdul Hamid   It is not man’s red flower as Kipling claimed. We’ve just hooked our harnesses to it. It is not flora, but fauna, the omnivore that will eat anything. We cage it in our grills, let it graze in…

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To Become Pure: Poetry by Kaila Allison

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They once were doves: emblems of peace, coiffed like kings, dressed in the white of popes.   Once composed of bones elastic, weightless in ancestral winds, bearing love notes or victories from overseas.   They would fly for miles and once tired they could only drink holy water, all else was tainted by desire.   They…

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Getting Clean: Poetry by Diana Raab

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Today I did something maybe I should not have done in a place where I should not have done it.   It was one of those awkward moments when you visited me in a place you should not have been,   you brought coffee and a pastry we made quick passionate love, you held me…

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Let Me In: Poetry by Devan Burton

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Weren’t we lovers once? The couple who laughed at tired jokes. Braved the ice-glazed roads for refried beans. And sat in an empty campus parking lot waiting for answers. I never judged your idiosyncratic breath asked you to wash the dishes or sit through my revisions. You wanted to heal the heart one hypothesis at…

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Too Much to Lose: Poetry by Aaron White

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I didn’t choose to be a dad   I plead to those snared by the rain when the sky’s foaming at its mouth, remember a woman from Monee, twenty-something, a student who smothered her baby and stuck him in a backpack instead of her books.     Myopic   Cramped couch. I count the minutes…

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To Eat One’s Fill Of Love: Poetry by John Grey

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ROOT CELLAR, NEW ENGLAND, 1832   Short, fat, purple gray beets, cabbage hanging from the ceiling, potatoes spotted brown like an old man’s head, round onions, their sting packed hard. pale-skinned squash, some jolly parsnips like Christmas bells, and carrots buried in a crate of sand to thwart the claws of rats.   She sits…

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