Sometimes, when we’re gutted by loss, we go ahead and sing about it. This Mississippi poet does just that.

In this poem from Asheville, North Carolina, a chain of images reveals how our minds sometimes play tricks on us—and, at other times, show us exactly what we need to see.

In summer’s swelter, consider the blessing of ice and the consequences of technology.

Punishment and glory–it’s all manifested right out there in the yard.

One time and place nourishes the next, just like your broken eggshells feed your garden.

Poets can see into and beyond the surfaces of things: a slumber party, the fraught present, a forest. South Carolina’s Ray McManus shows how it’s done.

Music, mystery, and magic are everywhere: just ask this mystic Southern poet.

Two by two they go into the ark of a soft summer night.

From Georgia by way of Brooklyn, three poems weaving pleasure, wholeness, and spirits.

Three poets from Florida, Tennessee, and Virginia offer visions of their fathers.

Grief is an eternal shape-shifter. One of Appalachia’s most resonant voices guides us through it with three poems.

From northwest Virginia, two poems on the depths of persistence and the limits of our knowledge.