The Paris-American

19/09/2024

Flower Conroy with "Bee" on The Paris-American.

Bee

07/08/2023

New poem "The Shame of It" by Jessica E. Johnson up on TPA!

The Shame of It Is not that I caught the fish by accident, not that I cast just once into the lake to remember how so I could show the kids Not that I said I don’t like this I don’t like...

09/05/2023

Congratulations Carl Phillips on the Pulitzer! Here’s “In this Light” originally published in TPA.

09/03/2022

New poem "After My Mother Shaves My Head for the First Time" by Erin Jin Mei O’Malley up on TPA!

After My Mother Shaves My Head for the First Time She tries to run her fingers through the memory of the hair above my neck, but my head has already become the animal we forget in winter, an...

15/11/2021

Coral Bracho was born in Mexico City. She has published six books of poems: Peces de piel fugaz [Fish of Fleeting Skin] (1977), El ser que va a morir [The Be...

27/09/2021

From the archives: "Poem for an Awful Girl" by Cate Marvin

Poem for an Awful Girl I’ll hand her his heave-ho. I offer her an extra arm, give her a golden drip of fat to ring itself round the mantle of her hips, then I’ll trigger a slight tic that tugs...

30/08/2021

"All I Crave is Intrinsic Peace" by Jonathan Endurance up at TPA.

All I Crave is Intrinsic Peace when i say my body is a parquet littered with bones, i mean everything i once knew is dead & what remains is the fire you left behind. in the garden, i mistake the...

11/06/2021

Congratulations to Natalie Diaz on winning the Pulitzer Prize!! Read her poem "The Cure for Melancholy is to Take the Horn" from her stunning book POSTCOLONIAL LOVE POEM (Graywolf Press).

The Cure for Melancholy is to Take the Horn Powdered unicorn horn was once thought to cure melancholy. What carries the hurt is never the wound but the red garden sewn by...

04/05/2021

New poem by Coral Bracho, translated by Forrest Gander, up on TPA.
https://www.theparisamerican.com/poetry221.html

from It Must Be a Misunderstanding By means of what song, what bird, do you go through me like a flame, a thin fiber? And this deep placidity, this silky tenderness, into what cross-section...

12/10/2020

"...until my body

cast into fire and I was alone there waiting
for my own life."

—Samantha Rice

A Hole Bridged Between the Loose Sky If there is beauty in pain, then I have felt it. My father’s hands guiding me forward into the midnight light, a figure showing me my silhouette could run...