[image: A brightly-colored illustration of the five 2018 Fellos around a table, all looking at the viewer or out of the frame. They appear to be very high up, as blue skies and clouds can be seen through large windows behind them. There are several flowers and green plants in the scene, as well as books, bottles, and a candelabra. They appear to be in a modern apartment.]
ICYMI, our new partnership with Manual Cinema in honor of 100 years since the end of World War I is here! Three World War I Poems brings a selection of poems to life with innovative paper puppetry and animation work, each vignette sharing a different experience of “the war to end all wars” from a soldier’s point of view.
[video: Three interwoven vignettes of interpretations of “The Owl” by Edward Thomas, “Dulce et Decorum Est” by Wilfred Owen, and “In Flanders Fields” by John McCrae.]
Go down a rabbit hole with Franny Choi, Danez Smith, and guest Kimiko Hahn on the new episode of VS!
[image: Red background with white text reading, “There are all sorts of ways of exploding things open —Kimiko Hahn, Season 2, Episdoe 12. Bottom right has the VS logo.]
[image: Text of the poem “LISP”. Features text in a near perfect block, with forward slashes interrupting the text, as if to indicate a line break or motion. Full poem behind link.]
The schedule of this year’s Chicago Poetry Block Party is now live! If you’re in Chicago, join us for this free celebration of poetry, music, art, and community at Austin Town Hall on Saturday, July 28.
[image: Ink drawings on white lined paper (as if from a notebook) in the segmented style of comic panels, with text from the Etheridge Knight poem “For Langston Hughes.” First image has a series of figures walking in a line across a landscape of varied shapes and textures with the title of the poem handwritten in the sky above them, followed by the line, “Another weaver of black dreams has gone.” Second image is a close portrait of a man or two men across several panels in a background of silhouettes and shapes with some continuing text from the poem, “we sat in June Bug’s pad with the shades drawn/ and the air thick with holy smoke.”]
I didn’t want one child. I wanted a thousand. Because though you may try, you can’t kill all of them. My body couldn’t birth a thousand, so I didn’t even bring one here. I let you have them. One by one, and
[image: An old film photograph, slightly askew and with an off-white border. The image is dark and a little blurry. A young Black girl is turned away from the camera in profile and the white of her shirt and barrettes are illuminated by a camera flash; she is turned away to kiss a Black baby doll in pink pajamas with white polka dots and frills, held out to the girl by somebody out of frame.]
[image: First image is a drawing of a round plaque mounted on a stone wall with a fish or an eel curled in a circle and eating its own tail, encircling an image of a purple human figure with concentric red hearts. Below the plaque is a pool of water and a small fire; above it, a lightning storm can be seen through a hole in the wall. Second image is a drawing of two people in profile looking to the right. There are what appears to be atomic or celestial models in the top right and lower left corners. Above the people, a brain is split open down the middle like a geode and a string of steam or smoke connects the two halves. Top right above the brain is text that reads, “The Corpus Callosum allows for communication between the seat of reason and the land of DREAMS.”]
[image: Three black-and-white images. First image is a hand with bracelets and cuffs on the wrist holding what appears to be a curved piece of wood above the horizon at the edge of a shore, making it look like a boar hovering above the water. Second image is a triangular object in shadow coming to a point at the sun breaking through clouds. Third image is a person wearing sunglasses sitting in front of a tipi in a chair with one leg crossed over the other.]
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