Lyric World presents poetry of loss and collective grief ‘Elegies ceased being / elegant.’ John O'Brien
'Running For Your Life': A Community Poem For Ahmaud Arbery For this latest community poem, NPR poet-in-residence Kwame Alexander sifted through more than 1,000 submissions reacting to the killing of Ahmaud Abrery and created a poem that speaks with one voice. Rachel Martin
A world where poetry meets magic and wonder On being witness to ‘the mystery each of us is’ John O'Brien
With her debut collection, Boston Poet Laureate Porsha Olayiwola shimmers sometimes, too “When two or more margins meet at an edge, they create a jagged funeral.” But at those edges there is also joy, electricity, magic. Bill Radke
December 26th | 'Somebody who looked like this was here': five immigrant artists who helped shape 2019 It’s the end of the year, and Record producers have been revisiting some of our favorite conversations. Mine were about: immigrants. Bill Radke
December 2nd | How to master the awkward hug Just in time for the holidays: how to have an awkward hug. A surcharge to help Washington state fight fires. The history of black software. And how Billie Holiday inspired a poet. Bill Radke
Hoops, High Jumps, Movement Of Muscles: A Crowdsourced Poem Inspired By Sports Poet Kwame Alexander creates a poem from submissions about tennis, baseball, ballet, track, football, basketball and hockey, as well as themes of winning and losing and technique and talent. Casey Noenickx
Here Are The Nominees For The 2019 National Book Awards Colson Whitehead and Marlon James headline the longlists of names in contention for the literary prize. Altogether, 50 books across five categories stand a chance at winning the award in November. Colin Dwyer
"Have you eaten yet?" Poet Jane Wong prepares her ancestors a feast If your ancestors were here - what would they eat? Adwoa Gyimah-Brempong
Poet Ocean Vuong's new novel is more than Briefly Gorgeous "To be queer is to fail into your pleasure." The book, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous, is a letter from a son to his mother, who can't read. The poet says it's a monument to failure, to violence, to labor, to silence, to America. Bill Radke
