5/16/26 “If we could delve into the granular caves
of the asphalt his wheels wheeze on
we might see in the crepuscular cracks
a twisty little thing we call sorrow”
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What makes a line of poetry feel queer? A sentence? A pause? A break in rhythm or expectation?
This Pride Month, Dawn Lundy Martin @dawnlundy leads a three-part seminar exploring queer and trans poetry through syntax, silence, lineation, and form, featuring works by francine j. harris, Julian Talamantez Brolaski, Justin Phillip Reed, Eileen Myles, and Ronaldo V. Wilson.
Starts June 23. Members save 20%. Register at link in bio.
5/14/26 “Somewhere I am sleeping next to you & you are asking me about death & I am too young too young too young to know loss”
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Wendy Xu @extrahumanarchitecture reads her poem “Looking at My Father” as a part of the Dear Poet 2026 project. Students can write a letter to Xu in response to her poem, and she will respond to select letters that will be published in a digital booklet. Submissions close tomorrow, May 15. Find out more at the link in our bio.
Click the link in our bio to read “Planting Seeds, Creating Safe Passages” by Sehba Sarwar (@sehbasarwar ), 2025 Poet Laureate Fellow and Co-Poet Laureate of Altadena, California.
Academy Chancellor Eleanor Wilner reads her poem “Of A Sun She Can Remember” as a part of the Dear Poet 2026 project. Students can write a letter to Wilner in response to her poem, and she will respond to select letters that will be published in a digital booklet. Choose from six poets and submit letters by May 15. Find out more at the link in our bio.
5/12/26 “It would be enough for me to die, here, on her soil, Be buried deep in the earth of my country, Only to sprout forth again as a bright bloom, Waved gently by a child who calls this land home.”
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5/11/26 “He grew me into something else, this boy.
Something no longer a child. Stale smoke
on the morning air, a tang of espresso beans.”
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