These days, Alissa Quart’s attention has broken into strange shapes. But she has found a reprieve in one thing: poetry.

What does war look like from the inside? Ask Congo’s young slam poets.

In the poem, the speaker and her husband combat malaise by using bedsheets to play what they call the “shadow game”: “He paints my name/across the floral bedsheet and ties the bottom corners ...

"A shadow passed over us and hundreds of thousands of people felt the sudden and unexpected loss of loved ones," he said. He ...

For these young Palisades Charter High School journalists, it's the story of their lives, covering the aftermath of the ...

Isabella Cotier By A.O. Scott Here’s a poem about patience ... The honey and bread are where we left them, but they fall under a shadow of uncertainty. After this harrowing experience, will ...

I have, though, found a reprieve from my anxious inattention: poetry. More specifically, the poetry of survival—verse written in the shadow of political extremity. I have noticed this is true ...

This year, I had to stop writing poetry in order to write ... the passing shadow of a sparrow, the jam seeping from under my fingernails my lines: "slive / sieve / teeth tremble / teeth quiver ...

The cry of the rooster was one of the most familiar sounds in the life cycle of a first-century person, as common as the ...

It might take an extraterrestrial attack to stop Boldy James from making albums. Alphabet Highway, a collaboration with ...