by Ann E. Michael
In the months that are now
after
the numb mourning,
wanting nothing
no blooms, no brights,
no bourgeoning
or nourishment,
Tag: poets
Submissions Now Open
Submissions to our webzine have officially reopened!
We invite you to send us your contribution to our theme call From grief to resilience, from joy to resistance in the form of writing, visual art, music or basically anything up until March 30 2026.
We made a few changes to our submission guidelines, so please read them carefully here before sending us your work.
Read More »The Amazine Poetry Reading: Malachy Moran
We proudly present another amazine poetry reading!
Our wonderful contributor Malachy Moran reads his poem seeds in all my pockets, published on The Amazine in March 2025.
Give it a listen below ❤
Read More »The Amazine Poetry Reading: Sonia Nicholson
We proudly present another amazine poetry reading!
Our wonderful contributor Sonia Nicholson reads her poem bare, published on The Amazine in June 2025.
Watch below ❤
Read More »The Amazine Poetry Reading: Brian Christopher Giddens
We proudly present another amazine poetry reading!
Our wonderful contributor Brian Christopher Giddens reads his prose poem Home Made, published on The Amazine in May 2025.
Give it a listen below ❤
Read More »The Amazine Poetry Reading: Stacie Eirich
We proudly present another amazine poetry reading!
Our wonderful contributor Stacie Eirich reads her poem Siren Song, published on The Amazine in July 2025.
Give it a listen below ❤
Read More »The Amazine Poetry Reading: Stacie Eirich
We proudly present another amazine poetry reading!
Our wonderful contributor Stacie Eirich reads her poem Heart Kintsugi, published on The Amazine in July 2025.
Give it a listen below ❤
Read More »Hud Hud of Hope
by Nitika Balaram
There’s an Eurasian hoopoe searching
for worms in my garden.
Dig dig dig
It pauses, looks up —
eyes off the grass for a moment
Pick pick pick
2 poems
Talking To A Baby
by Hibah Shabkhez
I speak of red roses called by other names
To you, who do not yet know this one. I sing
Of suns xanthic, amarillo, jaune, before
You even know yellow; find you poems and games
That spin out sentences like candy-floss; bring
You books in many different languages, more
For my own sake than yours –
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