Certainly Worth a Read 

Sometimes all mothers can feed their children are their tears. A fierce new poem by Pacella Chukwuma-Eke.

A doorway becomes a liminal space in this haunting poem by Lora Chilton.

Some storms are human, this poem by Ann Birch asserts, and some people should come with clear indicators of their danger. But they don't.

In this poem by Marsha Temlock, we take flight in parallel realms, ever aware of how close we are, and how distant, too.

In this poem by Marjorie Gowdy, the sea holds its mysteries and takes what it wants before releasing you back to yourself.

Lorraine Schein moves us between now and then in this poem. Now, rowboat on a lake. Then, a child swimming as adulthood shimmers on the far shore.

This poem by Lori Levy reminds us that we can cherish simple things. Like eating eggplant, on the beach.

In this poem, Jean Shields Fleming explores the writerly uses of deceit and the undeniable power of believing in readers.

Elizabeth J. Coleman discovers galaxies within and without in this beautiful poem.

In this unflinching poem, Nigerian poet Salami Alimot Temitope contemplates the risks - and possible rewards - of entering this glittering world.

What we loved at 15 looks quite different at 60, as Diane Gottlieb discovers in this poem.

This short burst of a poem by Kortney Garrison celebrates the joys of love at a certain age.

In this poem by Robin Woolman, a crow entangled in a tree points to larger entanglements, the nature of loss, and walking away.

This is the season when trees show off their miracles, as this poem by Rivakah Lambert Adler demonstrates.

This poem by Kemry Farthing contemplates the weight of accumulated time and how it lives in a place.

In this poem, Marjorie Power plumbs the distance between the glittering surface and the soulful depths, where you dance because you have to.

In this poem, Linda Simone finds common ground with an onion. So many layers and after cooking – and life – softer, too.

This poem by Jena Schwartz asks us to consider what could happen when we stop. Really stop.

In this poem, Leanne Grabel explores the death of her mother, with its humor, horror, and sudden vast love.

This unflinching poem by Alison Stone examines the perpetual now of caring for a husband with Alzheimer's.