Poetry

  • Bildungsroman

    Yvanna Vien Tica Wins a 2024 Zócalo Poetry Prize Honorable Mention Award

    by Yvanna Vien Tica

    Every year, we award the annual Zócalo Poetry Prize to the poem that best evokes a connection to place. Zócalo is pleased to recognize four …

  • A Pill Bug Mutters Makeshift Myths

    Tommy Vinh Bui Wins a 2024 Zócalo Poetry Prize Honorable Mention Award

    by Tommy Vinh Bui

    Every year, we award the annual Zócalo Poetry Prize to the poem that best evokes a connection to place. Zócalo is pleased to recognize four …

  • Fire Ants

    Fatma Omar Wins a 2024 Zócalo Poetry Prize Honorable Mention Award

    by Fatma Omar

    Every year, we award the annual Zócalo Poetry Prize to the poem that best evokes a connection to place. Zócalo is pleased to recognize four …

  • from Decorporeal

    by Anthony Sutton

     

    After many hours on the road:
       Indiana and the Hell
    is real billboard. I stopped
       in Bloomington
    needing food. The sky
       so blue Yves Klein
    could have painted it.
       I …

  • We Shall Rest

    by Sheila Black

     

    The elm split by lightening stands
    above the bench where my father sat
    the summer he could no longer breathe
    enough to walk to the Avalon
    without stopping. I sat …

  • Wool Washing

    by Liza Hudock

     

    I like to wash wool blankets
    in a rubber tub, stomping
    as if I live on a vineyard,
    the detritus of a year
    squelching and puffing
    between my feet. I …

  • To Paint Persimmons

    by Sylvia Chan

     

    a crow pits his beak against the fruit, the push
       and pull of intimacy an ease, a vulnerability.
       How lovely to pit our mouths
        against each other. …

  • Doubling Your Image

    by Mario Martz, translated by Aldo Amparán

    I
    What’s so good about the night
    that sleeps inside the body
    of someone who learns to love
    with their fingers
    when everyone else sleeps.
    (Quiet! The sea is dreaming!)

    You …

  • Sky Song

    by Tobi Kassim

     

    Sky’s lit today. it’s
        all moody and shit
    heavy with a pregnant
      tint. we’re curved under the clouds
           in the verge of moisture

        nervous behind its refusal

  • Untitled

    by Abraham Smith

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    this is a pileated wooden ball
    dropped in a wooden bowl
    this is a woodchip guitarpick
    lost down the sound hole

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    plumber has him
    his own ideas
    about beauty
    eyes worked …

  • Fractured Hero’s Journey

    by Patty Seyburn

     

    We went on a 12-sparrow walk

    so I could teach my soul to speak.
        (Jim Harrison said this
              is the language of poetry.)

    (Few things scare me as much as …