Open Journal Poetry
Many thanks to all the poets who continue to submit to Superlative.
Here are the fantatsic poems that we have selected for publication in our open journal.
If you would like us to consider your poetry, please submit here.
Enjoy!
The Summer I Learned to Ride a Bike
By Savannah Smyth
Rubber melted on pavement, like dropped ice cream cones. Tongues out to catch the sweat
Return
By Jennifer Hill-Flores
Why did we stop talking about the sunsets we want to chase around the globe, the love waiting for us in a mysterious plan, and that finding summer sand in our carpets,
Circling the Blue Moon
By Rebecca Maker
Spring’s purple chia crests and crimson-spotted rockrose face curved, wilted, and dropped, but I still walk this trail in awe. In summer, I didn’t go there at all, I floated in circles on my back and watched the neighbor’s
Intergenerational Trauma
By Priya Rajan
My grandmother pitches a tent in my mindscape A white Teepee, wavy in the haze of time. Its skin gently flutters in the howling wind
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Reaching Back
By Brooklyn Saliba
in the aftermath of goodbye –
We Bushmen
By Brian Padjen
We once migrated across the Kalahari, We Khwe, ! Kung, Bawairw, we Bushmen,...
Descansos
By Richard Stimac
Along the interstates and country roads, you see them, make-shift crosses, rudely nailed...