Her most recent book of poems explores personhood and consciousness.

The author grew up in Jabalpur in central India, a place still largely absent from the dominant imagination of Anglophone poetry. The poems in his collection carry that world in them in specific ...

“How soon we come to road’s end,” Charles Wright begins his poem “Apologia Pro Vita Sua.” Like any career retrospective, Wright’s “Oblivion Banjo” may feel like the end of a road — not in a gloomy ...

Why does one end up being a poet? It is one thing to start out writing poems, because nearly everyone dabbles in it. But to keep at it until writing poetry becomes all you’ve really done is another ...

Jay Hopler died last week. Illness streaks across this poem from his final collection — but also love. By Jay Hopler Selected by Victoria Chang I always remember these lines in Jay Hopler’s debut book ...

‘Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: / ‘God is not dead, nor doth He sleep,’” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow proclaims in the tremendous final verse of his 1865 Civil War poem “Christmas Bells.” We ...

that came before – A separation. We served tacos. Tacos that stained the concrete under which they were served. A stain which will serve as a new kind of reminder of that day for years to come. We are ...

One of the most difficult things about grief is that it leaves us with feelings that can be so hard to articulate. Luckily, says Joanna Scanlan, “Poets do the job for us, and thank God that they do!” ...