What does war look like from the inside? Ask Congo’s young slam poets.

These days, Alissa Quart’s attention has broken into strange shapes. But she has found a reprieve in one thing: poetry.

(Photo by Selcuk Acar/Anadolu via Getty Images) My first encounter with poetry was a haiku by my father. He would say to me, “You can write them, too.” After his death, I finally ventured ...

I knew he had splurged to make me happy. I valued it too much to ever use it. I know exactly where it is right now. A book: When I was four years old, my mother bought a small book that contained ...

“There’s something about poetry that satisfies the puzzle player in me. Word play makes me shout and clap my hands. I love quiet poems, too—poems that are (on the surface) about nothing, poems that ...

“I say all the time that poetry found me, I didn’t find poetry,” Smith ... were always ‘Acadiens,’ but we’re also Creoles, too,” Doucet said. “The fact that we’re homegrown ...

He recounted, "Asha mam was sitting there. She looked at me with apprehension and asked, 'Are you going to recite poetry too?' I said, 'Yes.' She seemed surprised and asked, 'In Marathi?' ...

had a new twist -- not only could students submit their artwork or poetry, but adults could also. So, the space-loving art teacher in Aurora figured, why not enter his own creation, too?

What’s behind this impulse, and is it one that you see in yourself, too ... because it puts me in mind of Lake Kafka. The decision to end the story with a kind of prose poem about the life ...