Poems
“I read the line over and over / as if I might discern / the little fires set / the flames of an idea licking the page”
“Illumination,” Natasha Trethewey
Pushcart Prize 2021 Nominees | News
The New Southern Fugitives is excited to announce our Pushcart Prize Nominees for 2021!. About the Pushcart Prize: The Pushcart Prize: Best of the Small Presses series, published every year since 1976, is the most honored literary project in America. Since 1976,...
Magma | Poetry
We kiss until my lips are swollen, vascular and pink in the rearview mirror, the Twenty Mile Bend a dark, open palm outside my windshield. We hunker inside my Camry like Eskimoes huddled in an igloo, encapsulated in our own ecosystem – humidity at our hairlines,...
The Watchtower | Poetry
The Watchtower Psalm 91 Dressed nice, they’ll clarify the things that come their way. In the name of the father or the mother they embody and become every lamppost, bus stop, mini-mall, stoplight, park bench, bodega, Burger King or light rail schedule edifice. All...
Chorus for the Kill | Poetry
My head bristles with the ache of moonlight, the names of vanished trees we never learned, flies that bejewel some children’s eyes. This place wants to kill us. This place wants to kill honeybees, staghorn coral, alligators, marsh rabbits, swallowtails. When I say The...
Tiffany & Love | Poetry
The silver bean planted in the valley of her collar bones means new beginnings. Everything grows where she cannot see. She has just met the lady behind the counter, who tells her if she wears this necklace layered she should get it in a smaller size. But she wants it...Follow Us
