Category: Poetry

  • [May 27, 2024] Duplex for the sick & tired

    [May 27, 2024] Duplex for the sick & tired

    Duplex for the Sick & Tired Kay Ulanday Barrett after Jericho Brown A poem can spasm, stretch, but it can let salve in.There aren’t enough pages for the longing.            There aren’t enough pages for the longing           drenched in medicine bottles and ice packs. Drenched in medicine bottles…

  • [November 3, 2023] Split This Rock: Poem of the Week

    [November 3, 2023] Split This Rock: Poem of the Week

    How to make salabatBy Kay Ulanday BarrettFor Cecilia Ulanday Barrett Hoy! Listen, This is how to cut ginger, it’s a root, she said fromChicago basement on first snow of the year. It’s the 90’s. Snow isa big deal. Tear salt missing ocean salt, she cleared her throat.Based on where we’re from, nothing can prepare us…

  • [April 4, 2023] Split This Rock: Poem of the Week

    [April 4, 2023] Split This Rock: Poem of the Week

    Split This Rock’s red logo is above bold black text, which reads “Poem of the Week.” Three red dots are centered below. Content Notice: medical trauma; pain; refers to ableism & pandemic Sick pastoral: a sick ecology poemby Kay Ulanday Barrett For Geleni Fontaine and Bilen Berhanu Then how does candy spill? This way? Stare…

  • [December 22, 2022] The Massachusetts Review

    [December 22, 2022] The Massachusetts Review

    Volume 63, Issue 4 Read Kay’s Poem directly here. WHEN AUDRE LORDE was faced with the possibility of a new tumor in her liver in November 1986, she went to Barnes & Noble for more information. “In those hours in the stacks of Barnes & Noble, I felt myself shifting into another gear,” she writes…

  • brown out shouts!

    this is for matea who dances the bomba with hands that crest moonhips and kisses harder than she loves herself. every trans, genderqueer, futchie, fairy, AG, anything with roots arches toward her, they can’t help it, their arms like petals soaking up her light. and this is for my student, hard ass krystal who doesn’t…

  • psalm for a womon at age 60

    For she who sang to young ears old country time radio and malinak lay labi Bring forth the father who is now a cloud roaming.Bring forth the mother who was a severe beating and before she diedan apology you accepted.Bring every sister back in her likeness.Bring more than eleven at the table, passing steamed pots…

  • song for the kicked out

    the streets are not paved with gold, they lied I got a rough throat, i got a rough life the streets are not paved with gold, they lied I got too much queer in me to live their way tonight. she found me waist up in you she had found me mouthful, drinkin’ you mama…