#poetry

Sheila Squillante's Beautiful Nerve

Each year Barrelhouse hosts the Conversations & Connections Conference, a one-day writer's conference that brings together writers,...

Betty was a woman who could get anything she wanted when drunk— those blue eyes, deep blue— but she never stopped running away at the...

I’ve been sick for two weeks but America has been sick its whole life. America will always choose a rich white kid over two guys living...

Each year Barrelhouse hosts the Conversations & Connections Conference, a one-day writer's conference that brings together writers,...

Barrelhouse Presents is our monthly reading series at Petworth Citizen in Washington, DC. It's our chance to share work from writers...

Barrelhouse online workshops are the perfect way to feel like a grownup in between summer frivolity. You could learn more about poetry on...

A rainbow of rubberbands twisted into your beard, you housebroke George “The Animal” Steele, played Mario, brave little plumber, fat...

At puberty I changed my allegiance from Hulk Hogan to Ric Flair, that kiss-stealing, jet-flying limousine-riding son-of-a-gun. Tired of...

I stood on the edge of my bed—ready to leap, sign language I love you inches from the ceiling declaring that my descent was more than...

*Means “Energia” or “energy” in Greek. muscles cut from Michelangelo’s David and Plato’s retreat in a symposium of Greek boys and Oxford...