Our first issue features twenty stunning poets.
I took these poems everywhere. Tucked into my backpack or folded up into my pocket. I’ve been trying to find a way to describe them, and I think together they make a map. Something to turn to and know yes, it’s okay to go this direction. Yes, someone else has been here and lived to write about it.
Unfolding the poems from my pocket was like unfolding a room I could walk into whenever the edges of the world got too sharp. When our leaders confirmed our suspicions of being monsters. When we went to bed afraid. When people we trusted had heinous sexual crimes exposed. For everything I had the words of new friends saying I feel it too. I had poetry that confronted and comforted, and I can’t believe I have the opportunity to share these with you.
Thank you. With all my heart thank you. There’s so many reasons why the poems in this first issue are incredible, but the simplest reason is because they exist. Because the poets could have been doing anything else with their time, but they took understanding and bewilderment and made it something tangible. There’s passion, there’s anger, there’s panic, there’s love. The poems that make this issue will always be near to me.
Thank you poets. Thank you incredible staff Jeremy Hammack, Exodus Brownlow, Thomas Richardson, and Alex Pieschel. Thank you reader.