Yes, Poetry

Autumn 2013

Dearest readers,

Winter is coming. Death is everywhere around us. Leaves have finally begun to turn & slip to the ground, transitioning the world we know right now into something different. It is irrelevant whether we collectively enjoy this change or not; change is the primary way nature has allowed us to progress & evolve. Transitions call for us to better ourselves—body, mind, & soul. Poetry is the perfect antidote for change, as it allows us to reflect on these changes, how we can mold ourselves into better versions.

This issue, we are featuring Gregory, Liz, & Joseph. They will help guide us through this transition & into the next adventure.

Best wishes,
Joanna C. Valente
Founding Editor

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In this issue:


Gregory Crosby

"Here’s what it means to hit and be hit and be a hit."

Liz Axelrod

"You told me I would bloom like leaves and grapes / and now I spend my hours drinking them fermented"

Joseph Quintela

"Sometimes / a voice returns and / sounds across the ocean of night, / as if the reverberated / voice loves the future of voices."

Summer 2013

Dearest readers,

Yes, Poetry is ecstatic to officially launch a completely new website & journal design with its Summer 2013 issue. Our new web design & logo was created by the genius mind of our Digital Editor, Ted Chevalier. This issue features three divine poets who play with language with a fine toothpick—they polish it to perfection when necessary, but still manage to maintain a rawness necessary to leave the reader asking questions. We asked Abigail, Jackie, & Gabriel about their lineation process, to which each essentially responded the same way: from themselves. They breathe their poems from inside their bodies out to the external world. 

Best wishes,
Joanna C. Valente
Founding Editor

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In this issue:


Abigail Welhouse


"She will reattach / soul to body."

Jackie Anne Morrill

You sending thyme in shelled envelopes? / I am coming.”

Gabriel Don

Created generations / Swayed by present feeling.”