(after Yusef Komunyakaa)A broken machine gunhangs as a wind chime,rat-a-tat-tat, hugginga willow climbed by a toddlerwho keeps singingabout craterswith American eyesthat overflow. —from “Toys in a Field” (Volume 66, issue 1) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.The first I remember, I was likely about six years old. They . . .
Congratulations to Caroline Harper New, the winner of this year’s Anne Halley Poetry Prize! Poetry editors Nathan McClain and Abigail Chabitnoy selected New’s poem “My Love for Geography Is an Act of Mourning” from our Summer 2025 issue for the prize. A virtual reading with New and printed broadsides featuring the poem . . .
Destruction in Khan Younis, Gaza. Gaza today appears like a place where crises are not managed but accumulated, where collapse is not accidental but deliberately engineered—in full view of the world. Between the warnings of yesterday and the realities of today, a more unsettling question emerges: are we witnessing the early stages . . .
