Follow us on Facebook
Follow @AIOTBMagazine on Twitter
- It was the way a person sings when she is wearing headphones in the music department of the bookstore and is taken… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 5 days ago
- let’s give them some reason for having broken the soil, lost their flowers sucked up the water and fought to live… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 1 week ago
- RT @archerevans: asitoughttobemagazine.com/2021/10/13/joh… 1 week ago
- "the grass kept green for golf tees & billionaires in a space race with mortality" New poetry on AIOTB Magazine by… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 1 week ago
- tired passengers press their faces to the glass watching for a plane that never arrives New poetry by Paul… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 1 week ago
Recent Comments
- Melvyn jordan brown on ANDREAS ECONOMAKIS
- Jelani on The Rooftop in Islamabad by Yasmeen Qasimi
- David J. Bauman on Announcing the New As It Ought To Be Magazine
- Lee Allen on What Do You Call This? Bubba Ganush?
- Rob Schackne on He Brought His Canvases Over
- Maya Elashi on SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: NICKY BEER
- Daria Jackson on The Art of Acquiescence
- suel8591 on What Do You Call This? Bubba Ganush?
- Kathy Davis on O’Brien’s Tower
- Maya Elashi on SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: IRIS JAMAHL DUNKLE
Archives
- January 2019
- December 2018
- November 2018
- October 2018
- September 2018
- August 2018
- July 2018
- June 2018
- May 2018
- April 2018
- March 2018
- February 2018
- January 2018
- December 2017
- November 2017
- October 2017
- September 2017
- August 2017
- April 2017
- March 2017
- February 2017
- January 2017
- December 2016
- November 2016
- October 2016
- September 2016
- August 2016
- July 2016
- June 2016
- May 2016
- April 2016
- March 2016
- February 2016
- January 2016
- December 2015
- November 2015
- October 2015
- September 2015
- August 2015
- July 2015
- June 2015
- May 2015
- April 2015
- March 2015
- February 2015
- January 2015
- December 2014
- November 2014
- October 2014
- September 2014
- August 2014
- July 2014
- June 2014
- May 2014
- April 2014
- March 2014
- February 2014
- January 2014
- December 2013
- November 2013
- October 2013
- September 2013
- August 2013
- July 2013
- June 2013
- May 2013
- April 2013
- March 2013
- February 2013
- January 2013
- December 2012
- November 2012
- October 2012
- September 2012
- August 2012
- July 2012
- June 2012
- May 2012
- April 2012
- March 2012
- February 2012
- January 2012
- December 2011
- November 2011
- October 2011
- September 2011
- August 2011
- July 2011
- June 2011
- May 2011
- April 2011
- March 2011
- February 2011
- January 2011
- December 2010
- November 2010
- October 2010
- September 2010
- August 2010
- July 2010
- June 2010
- May 2010
- April 2010
- March 2010
- February 2010
- January 2010
- December 2009
- November 2009
- October 2009
- September 2009
- August 2009
- July 2009
Monthly Archives: December 2014
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: MOTHER NIGHT
MOTHER NIGHT By James Weldon Johnson Eternities before the first-born day, Or ere the first sun fledged his wings of flame, Calm Night, the everlasting and the same, A brooding mother over chaos lay. And whirling suns shall blaze and … Continue reading
Posted in James Weldon Johnson, Saturday Poetry, Saturday Poetry Series
Tagged American Poetry, Celebratory Poetry, Christmas, Classic Poetry, Formal Poetry, goddess, goddesses, History, Holiday Season, Mothers' Night, nostalgic poetry, Occasional Poetry, Pagan, Poetry, Poetry of Faith, poetry review, Seasonal Poetry, Spiritual Poetry, Yule
3 Comments
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: THE GLAD HAND OF GOD POINTS BACKWARDS
From THE GLAD HAND OF GOD POINTS BACKWARDS By Rachel Mennies: HOW GRANDMOTHER PAID HER PASSAGE TO NEW YORK One by one her mother sold her silver spoons and heirloom bracelets; goodbye, porcelain bear, silk blouses, patent-leather Mary Janes, the … Continue reading
Posted in Rachel Mennies, Saturday Poetry, Saturday Poetry Series, Uncategorized
Tagged American Poetry, Biblical Poetry, book-length poetry, contemporary poetry, Feminist Poetry, Inspirational Poetry, Love Poetry, Midrashic Poetry, nostalgic poetry, Occasional Poetry, Poetry, Poetry International, Poetry of Faith, Poetry of Loss, poetry review, poetry reviews, Spiritual Poetry, war poetry
2 Comments
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: SALLY BLIUMIS-DUNN
By Sally Bliumis-Dunn: THEIR NAMES Like a rain I feel but cannot see, the names of the dead, falling. Silences I hear between first names, middle, last are slivers of empty air between lines of rain. I want to be … Continue reading
SATURDAY POETRY SERIES PRESENTS: LESLIE CONTRERAS SCHWARTZ
By Leslie Contreras Schwartz: LABOR PANTOUM We climb, all legs and hands clutching for each other’s eyes that we cannot see. Before I see you, I have met you. Clutching for each other’s eyes & faces, your moon-shape up to … Continue reading
In Using My Voice and Social Media Platforms More Effectively (step two)
In Using My Voice and Social Media Platforms More Effectively (step two) by Perry Janes *A version of this originally appeared as a post on the author’s Facebook page. It’s reprinted here with permission. There are people on my … Continue reading
Posted in Commentary
Tagged Danez Smith, Eric Garner, Facebook, Ferguson, hands up don't shoot, Mike Brown, Perry Janes, Poetry, post-racial America, racism, resistance poetry, riots, social justice
1 Comment
Melissa Studdard: A Micro-Interview and Three Poems
Melissa Studdard’s debut poetry collection, I Ate the Cosmos for Breakfast, was recently released by Saint Julian Press. She is also the author of the bestselling novel Six Weeks to Yehidah; its companion journal, My Yehidah (both on All Things That Matter Press); and The Tiferet Talk Interviews. Her … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged American Literature, International Book Award, Interviews, Melissa Studdard, Poetry, Saint Julian Press
8 Comments
We Can’t Breathe
We Can’t Breathe Cleveland high-school students respond to state violence. An introduction from teacher and project coordinator Sarah Marcus: I never wanted to be a teacher. It took some weathering to arrive here. Years of resisting the inevitable. Growing up, … Continue reading →