First Mercy and They Open Their Arms: Poetry
First Mercy I am holding in my hand an invisible poem. I can’t read it. I don’t know what it says. I want to make it visible. Want to […]
Events:
A Shared Journey
September 13, 2025 - March 5, 2026This Is a Thing, Recent Gifts to Prints, Drawings, and Photographs, 2020–2025
September 14, 2025 - March 1, 2026The Court: Art in Play
September 24, 2025 - April 26, 2026The Flower, The Labor, and The Sea
September 27, 2025 - June 28, 2026
Extraordinary Rendition: Poetry
for Philip Levine When the CIA said, An extraordinary renditionhas been performed, I knew Lester Youngblowing his saxophone in that way he didwhen Billie Holiday was a few feet awaysmoking, singing “I […]
Poems: Olivia Thomakos
All Summer after“What’s LoveGottoDo?” by Richard Blanco All summer I wander between houses, couches, in and out of Dil and Lil’s secondhand Murano, air conditionless, legs suctioned to the seats […]
Ants in the City: Assemblage of joy
A special edition for Motif’s Fiction and Poetry issue Running along the boardwalk on the way to the shore, In two’s and in three’s, racing on their way, Crematogaster sisters, […]
One nice thing: Poetry
I run early, up hills like San Francisco’s cousin—or stepsister. Not blood-related, but the grime clings the same. Shopping carts gather behind the house, where the snowdrops just emerged, buttercups […]
POEMS
Recurring Dream i dream of being [cold] without cover spilling from my mouth pearl strands of quilted grieving i spit into the Atlantic i spit toward the Moon in the […]
POEMS by Peter Covino
Elected – Withdrawn Inexplicable desire to tidy the kitchen sweep the floor move geraniums into southern sun slant of light on the new mousepad— Positano seascape, or somewhere in Liguria […]
Jane’s House: Poetry
l. i was a wife to interminable hospitality. i ripped open the couch and ate the cushions until i was comfortable. am i obsessing on a singular idea of the […]
This is What I Remember: Poetry
Slipping two five-dollar bills inside her casket. After, sitting in your car watching everyone filter out. Neither of us crying, not even when the radio cut and the sun peeked […]
Step Into The Afroverse: Interview with poet and worldbuilder Vladimir Jean
As I strolled down a thriving and sundrenched Wickenden Street this past weekend and made my way toward Coffee Exchange to meet Vladimir Jean, the curator of PVD’s Afroverse and […]