Nassau Weekly
  • Issues
  • Verbatim
  • Crosswords
  • About
  • Donate

Category: Poetry

  • New
  • Old
  • Random

New Year’s Eve

“I wonder if the beginning
of dying is a little like the beginning
of a dream”

by Kat Kulke on April 3, 2017July 20, 2017

The Launching of the Spittle

An Account of a Memorable Scene from the VH1 Reality Show Flavor of Love in the Heroi-Comical Style of Alexan- der Pope’s “The Rape of the Lock”.

by Jessica Welsh on May 23, 2012March 17, 2013

*Bright Star* starring John Keats

*Bright Star* starring John Keats
John Keats rests his head as angular
as two racially white blades of hay.

by Conor Gannon on December 10, 2009March 17, 2013

We Who Yearn for Spring

“Our trembles and tears are made bright. Dancing across / our cheeks blushing and buzzing with the blossoming weather. / Possibility is today. Happiness is now. The inhale, the exhale.

by Ellen Scott-Young on April 7, 2018April 10, 2018

metamorphosis

“A flower waves its children as wind ruffles grass like children chasing butterflies”

by Alice Jimin Lee on August 1, 2021December 8, 2021

Open Letter to Edward CJ

It’s not the perfect photo, this latest of you and me. The light is bad, grainy and too-dark, but the pub was small and mirrored and just what I’d imagined when I’d imagined England. We smile just the same as … Read More

by Margaret Sullivan on April 28, 2010March 17, 2013

M[]ss[]ss[]pp[] R[]ver

My hands that snatch and swat go numb.

by Emily Lever on February 14, 2015February 16, 2015

incandescence / fluorescence

“She had written,/I can feel the little vibrations of the bus up and down.
/A silent fleshy hum, a reminder of discontent and inadequacy.”

by Olivia Grah on April 14, 2018April 15, 2018

Please leave a voicemail, I’m out of the wheelhouse

“Mysticism twists herself in circles, gnawing at her purple train..”

by John Slaughter on April 17, 2022April 17, 2022

Painting

I’m going to paint the walls of this room over. They’re old now and they clash with the décor. But the days are short and there’s no light, no tarps, no plastic covers And I’m sure I’ll get drippings on … Read More

by Stephen Martis on April 7, 2010March 17, 2013

Two Lovely Odes

Poems by a tortured word wolf.

by Maurice Three on November 9, 2011March 22, 2013

His Ink and Pad’s Quiet Might.

Always a little better than he pretends
And a little worse than he wishes, my friend,
Saying words that should be written down,
Displaying a smile that is often a frown.

by Pulane Mpotokwane Mpotokwane on December 10, 2009March 17, 2013


  • Next

Submit a Verbatim

    Recent Posts

    • Will Toledo, Roberto Bolaño, and Some Notes on Growing Up
    • ElonParties: Full Design
    • Telescoping Echo
    • Songs of the West
    • Cynical Optimism

    Popular Posts

    • 127 Unclaimed Rap Names
    • The Journey from Pornhub to OnlyFans… And Why it Matters
    • Behind Closed Doors: How Princeton’s Administration Is Turning a Blind Eye to Serious Safety Issues in Its Secret Bar District
    • The Problem with Calling Something “Aesthetic”
    • From Canada to Princeton

    Navigation

    • Home
    • Articles
    • Issues
    • Verbatim
    • Contact
    • Donate

    Categories

    • Campus
    • Reflections
    • Poetry
    • Podcasts
    • Fiction
    • Lists

    Join Us

    • About
    • Privacy Policy
    • Submit an article
    • Submit a verbatim

    © Nassau Weekly 2020 · All Rights Reserved