poetry prompt of the week: if they stayed and if they left.

I am very hungry. I am incomplete. And none can tell when I may dine again.

In Hera Naguib's interview, Maria asked: In one place, you write “Still I shadowboxed myself, / banging the mind’s black window, / the silence hemorrhaging in me—” . What is your view on the role of poetry in working against silence, be it personal, systemic, or historical?

Our Poet of the Week 💙 Hera Naguib "...only God is glorious" when I asked him, "are we poor?"

Crushed.

[Hera Naguib]...you write, “taped my breasts flat, uncitizened my femininity until I blossomed / to a blazing violence that had to speak.” 💙 How did your relationship with the subjects of these poems—family, femininity, faith, place—evolve over the course of writing this collection?

I am learning to abandon the world before it can abandon me.

Hera Naguib 💙 Poet of the Week

In Conversation with our Poet of the Week 💙 Hera Naguib

and from eastward, he loves how it murmurs his name. Poet of the Week ☆彡 Hera Naguib

Even with your eyes closed in your own mouth you'd know they're roses.

poetry prompt of the week: the flowers defrosted and bloomed. the sun warmed and burned away for all these months. the first days of autumn are have arrived. write about the seasons you have traversed wth mother nature this year thus far.

If I am killed for simply living, let death be kinder than man.

[it's a dance] by our Poet of the Week 🌀 CAConrad

Jenny George

[what if the forest called off the hunt] — CAConrad

Mary Oliver 🍂

there are bills to pay and bills about to come due.

In Conversation with Poet of the Week 💙 CAConrad What’s the best piece of writing advice you’ve ever received that you'd like to share with other poets?

oh.....the Iliad 🥹