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‘same spectral symphony’ — poetry by Julio César Villegas
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‘same spectral symphony’ — poetry by Julio César Villegas
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'I think I know why I am looking at roses' — poetry by Stephanie Victoire
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'All the trees are you' — poetry by Barbara Ungar
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'All the trees are you' — poetry by Barbara Ungar
Jan 1, 2026
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'girl straddles the axis  of ancient  and eternal' — poetry by Grace Dignazio
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'girl straddles the axis of ancient and eternal' — poetry by Grace Dignazio
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'Talk light with me' — poetry by Catherine Graham
Jan 1, 2026
'Talk light with me' — poetry by Catherine Graham
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'How thy high horse hath fallen' — poetry by Madeline Blair
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'How thy high horse hath fallen' — poetry by Madeline Blair
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'a paradise called  Loneliness' — poetry by Adam Jon Miller
Jan 1, 2026
'a paradise called  Loneliness' — poetry by Adam Jon Miller
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'Tell me I taste like hunger' — poetry by Jennifer Molnar
Jan 1, 2026
'Tell me I taste like hunger' — poetry by Jennifer Molnar
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'I prayed to be released from my longing' — poetry by Michelle Reale
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'I prayed to be released from my longing' — poetry by Michelle Reale
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'Resurrection dance, a prelude' — poetry by V.C. Myers
Jan 1, 2026
'Resurrection dance, a prelude' — poetry by V.C. Myers
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'It is noon and the sun is ill' — poetry by Raquel Dionísio Abrantes
Jan 1, 2026
'It is noon and the sun is ill' — poetry by Raquel Dionísio Abrantes
Jan 1, 2026
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'every moon rolling fat through the night' — poetry by Zann Carter
Jan 1, 2026
'every moon rolling fat through the night' — poetry by Zann Carter
Jan 1, 2026
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'I have been monstrously good' — erasures by Lauren Davis
Jan 1, 2026
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'The light slices the mouth' — poetry by Aakriti Kuntal
Jan 1, 2026
'The light slices the mouth' — poetry by Aakriti Kuntal
Jan 1, 2026
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'quiet grandfathers  in dark tuxedos' — poetry by Scott Ferry
Dec 19, 2025
'quiet grandfathers in dark tuxedos' — poetry by Scott Ferry
Dec 19, 2025
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'made a deal / with Azrael' — poetry by Triniti Wade
Dec 19, 2025
'made a deal / with Azrael' — poetry by Triniti Wade
Dec 19, 2025
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'The birth of a body that never unraveled' — an excerpt by Hillary Leftwich
Dec 19, 2025
'The birth of a body that never unraveled' — an excerpt by Hillary Leftwich
Dec 19, 2025
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'Time's metronome blank' — poetry by Rehan Qayoom
Dec 19, 2025
'Time's metronome blank' — poetry by Rehan Qayoom
Dec 19, 2025
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'There is no choir on the mountain' — poetry by Dawn Tefft
Dec 19, 2025
'There is no choir on the mountain' — poetry by Dawn Tefft
Dec 19, 2025
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'to anoint the robes' — poetry by Timothy Otte
Dec 19, 2025
'to anoint the robes' — poetry by Timothy Otte
Dec 19, 2025
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'a stone portal in the woods' — RJ Equality Ingram
Dec 19, 2025
'a stone portal in the woods' — RJ Equality Ingram
Dec 19, 2025
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'crooked castle wanting' — poetry by Lindsay D’Andrea
Dec 19, 2025
'crooked castle wanting' — poetry by Lindsay D’Andrea
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'earth’s marble cage' — poetry by Annah Atane
Dec 19, 2025
'earth’s marble cage' — poetry by Annah Atane
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'silent, Sunday morning' — poetry by Nathalie Spaans
Dec 19, 2025
'silent, Sunday morning' — poetry by Nathalie Spaans
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'this strikes me as a Rorschach' — poetry by John Amen
Dec 19, 2025
'this strikes me as a Rorschach' — poetry by John Amen
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'O, to bloom, to arch open' — poetry by Karen L. George
Dec 19, 2025
'O, to bloom, to arch open' — poetry by Karen L. George
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'the sky violent' — poetry by Robert Warf
Dec 19, 2025
'the sky violent' — poetry by Robert Warf
Dec 19, 2025
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'Love is a necessary duty' — poetry by Tabitha Dial
Dec 19, 2025
'Love is a necessary duty' — poetry by Tabitha Dial
Dec 19, 2025
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'the doors of the night open' — poetry by Juan Armando Rojas (translated by Paula J. Lambert)
Nov 29, 2025
'the doors of the night open' — poetry by Juan Armando Rojas (translated by Paula J. Lambert)
Nov 29, 2025
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'we can be forlorn women' — poetry by Stevie Belchak
Nov 29, 2025
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'As though from Babel' — poetry by Fox Henry Frazier

October 26, 2025



Fox Henry Frazier is a poet, essayist, and fiction writer from upstate New York. Her third full-length poetry collection, Break Blow Burn, is forthcoming from White Stag Publishing in 2026. Her debut novel, Francesca, is forthcoming in 2027.

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Illustrations by Joanna C. Valente for Fox Henry Frazier's 'Raven King'

October 29, 2021

Below are three illustrations (with one above as well) created by our editor Joanna C. Valente for Fox Henry Frazier’s forthcoming book, Raven King (out from Yes Poetry in November 2021). You can preorder the book bundle here (which includes music, the book, and more).

Read an excerpt of the book here and here.

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Poetry by Fox Henry Frazier

October 13, 2021

The Fox-Haired Seer Makes A Pilgrimage to Devil’s Elbow, NY, Where in 1932 A Steam-Shovel Operator Discovered the Skull of an Axe-Murdered Young Woman; and Listens

Not unlike the Vestals in their forced 

walks across Rome to prove their bodies


unviolated by men, I conduct my promenade

these nights: my body both water and sieve, 


both returned to the earth and ignited

by rage. I pause, lift my skirt to avoid


stepping on it, extend my hand to passing cars. The luckiest

among them will keep driving. Those less fortunate


will deliver me, hot tongue spreading

to all-consuming inferno, the offering of their


human hearts still beating, skulls spiderwebbed

apart by force of impact. Smiling, I’ll thumb


their eyes shut as they rest like unborn

calves against the steering wheel: milky, still. 


A precious few will stop for me in rain, open

the door as though to a carriage, their exposed


hearts pure as a distilled spirit, as violent white powder. 

I can’t take them. They’ll blink & find my voice 


was merely certain tones of wind, curves and visage

a mistake in the brain—hallucinatory 


patterns made by wind in a blizzard, or their own 

rich somnambulant vision. They’ll scurry


home to their dark houses, light a room, wrap themselves

in blankets, and dream of a paper doll transforming


into smoke, set alight by a brutal boy after he’d made her

scraps with his blade. My last moments illuminate like Leda’s 


smothered convulsions against downy breast

and the cleaved immortality that comes


After.    And so I take you, beloved, the men used 

to say to the young girls they chose to serve Vesta.


Sometimes, I change my clothes, as bored

girls are wont to do: sequins and tulle, late for prom; car


trouble in a taffeta ball gown; or wandering in my own 

true Victorian garb, corseted, each breath controlled, abject


in all but my appetites. I stare

into myself—this fury I ignite, what


gift to my daughters who walk 

home alone at night: gibbous 


reds and yellows eradicating 

each other   within  let tongues    


consume the lamb  

flickering   ravenous     silent


save the sporadic, inveterate     

ferocious          susserate     I am


Fox Henry Frazier is a poet and essayist whose first book, The Hydromantic Histories, was selected by Vermont Poet Laureate Chard deNiord as recipient of the 2014 Bright Hill Poetry Award. Her second, Like Ash in the Air After Something Has Burned (2017), was nominated for an Elgin Award. She edited the anthologies Among Margins: Critical and Lyrical Writing on Aesthetics and Political Punch: Contemporary Poems on the Politics of Identity.

Fox was graduated Phi Beta Kappa from Binghamton University, and was honored with fellowships at Columbia University, where she received her MFA. She was Provost’s Fellow at the University of Southern California, where she earned a PhD in Literature and Creative Writing, and served as Poetry Editor of Gold Line Press and a Founding & Managing Editor of Ricochet Editions. 

Fox created the small literary press Agape Editions, which she currently manages with the poet Jasmine An. She lives in upstate New York with her daughter, her dogs, her gardens, and her ghosts.

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'quiet grandfathers  in dark tuxedos' — poetry by Scott Ferry
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'made a deal / with Azrael' — poetry by Triniti Wade
'made a deal / with Azrael' — poetry by Triniti Wade
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'Time's metronome blank' — poetry by Rehan Qayoom
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'There is no choir on the mountain' — poetry by Dawn Tefft
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'to anoint the robes' — poetry by Timothy Otte
'a stone portal in the woods' — RJ Equality Ingram
'a stone portal in the woods' — RJ Equality Ingram
'crooked castle wanting' — poetry by Lindsay D’Andrea
'crooked castle wanting' — poetry by Lindsay D’Andrea
'earth’s marble cage' — poetry by Annah Atane
'earth’s marble cage' — poetry by Annah Atane
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'silent, Sunday morning' — poetry by Nathalie Spaans
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'Love is a necessary duty' — poetry by Tabitha Dial
'the doors of the night open' — poetry by Juan Armando Rojas (translated by Paula J. Lambert)
'the doors of the night open' — poetry by Juan Armando Rojas (translated by Paula J. Lambert)
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'Venetian draped in goatskin' — poetry by Natalie Mariko
'the long sorrow of the color red' — centos by Patrice Boyer Claeys
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'Flowers are the offspring of longing' — poetry by Ellen Kombiyil
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'punish or repent' — poetry by Chris McCreary
'punish or repent' — poetry by Chris McCreary
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