Poems by Eugenia Leigh
One Year After My Dying Father and I Stop Speaking to Each Other Again by Eugenia Leigh
November 2, 2025
“No satisfactory rip. Too ready / to let go. I covet the reels of the lucky ones going on // about their dead. Everyone I have lost / I have lost before the end.” — Eugenia Leigh
Sustenance by Eugenia Leigh
August 27, 2024
"I mistook you / for a loaf I had prayed for. You let me // take you in my mouth" — Eugenia Leigh
Poems curated by Eugenia Leigh
The Poets Who Are Our Enemies by Vievee Francis
October 21, 2025
"The poets who are our enemies are not writing / for a canon, their letters black as smoke / filling an emptied square. They are writing for their lives." — Vievee Francis