An Oversight
I murdered my least defensible vices,
stacking them like bodies
in the surf.
I murdered my least defensible vices,
stacking them like bodies
in the surf.
A ribbon around an oak tree reads
brother. The oak’s roots
sinking deeper into the dirt.
A heart
Mother fingers in the mud. Mother begging bowl.
Leslie Jamison and Kaveh Akbar discuss sobriety, surprise, and breakups.
Dear Poets, I feel small and lost, yet strangely alive. Even brave?
Dear Poets,I would like to see a poem for a skill I’ve picked up (unwittingly) from my mother: complimenting people in a way that feels insulting.
For the close of Ramadan, poet Kaveh Akbar reflects on what he learned from keeping the fast for the first time in his life.
Kaveh Akbar prescribes poems for an artist in need of support, a lover longing for another, and the child of a man who can’t quit what’s killing him.
Dear poets — It was objectively the right thing to do but I am full of anger, regret, and loss. I am hoping you could recommend something that speaks to these tangled and stifled feelings.
Dear Poets, I just wish I could read a poem that captures the heartbreak of the teacher who loves, but is not loved in return. Does this poem exist?
This week, Kaveh delves into three complicated romantic questions, and finds the perfect poems to see you through.
Dear Poets: Over the past few months, a close friendship has evolved into what feels like an emotional affair. He is married. His wife is slowly dying.
Poems for love you feel you don't quite deserve, anxiety you don't quite want to cure, and feeling impossibly small.
Dear Poets, Am I allowed to feel happy, to accept good things for myself? Even if it's all so fleeting? I'm unfamiliar with the geography of joy. Is there a poem for that?
Poems about video games, joyous divorce, and succumbing to dreams.
In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets—Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire Schwartz—take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line.Dear Poets, I am the da…
In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets—Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire Schwartz—take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line. Dear Poets, I …
In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets—Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire Schwartz—take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line. Dear Poets, M…
In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets—Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire Schwartz—take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line. Dear Poets, I …
In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets—Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire Schwartz—take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line. Dear Poets, M…
In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets—Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire Schwartz—take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line. Dear Poets, My…
In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets—Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire Schwartz—take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line. Dear Poet…
In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets—Sarah Kay, Kaveh Akbar, and Claire Schwartz—take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line. Dear Poet…