The poems below were chosen as “Best Poems” and excerpted from the two most recent issues of the Aurorean. Potential submitters can get a good feel for the kinds of poetry we publish by reading these poems, and by being familiar with our journal as a whole.

The Maid Pouring Milk

Vermeer knew the secret of light—
how it can illuminate
a life, sweeping majestically
like a halcyon broom,

the sun transmutes a loaf of bread
into gold, turns a dull scarf
royal blue and transforms
a maid pouring milk
into object d’art.

As if to say, from a certain angle
at just the right time of day
light imbues our lives,
no matter who we are,
with undeniable beauty.

by Ed Meek, from Fall/Winter 2018–2019

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The buckeye
butterfly flits over the field’s
tall grass. His ragged hind-
wing lopsides flight, yet
he still takes air.


A widow spiderling para-
glides from under the eaves.
The silken chute is custom made,
but she must wait to see her
body scarlet an hourglass.


Tell me, how can you
know the thistle’s electric
violet and not want to see it
again tomorrow? The soft-
land of bees year after year?


My son is a glass
on the ledge of his mind’s
making. Each day I tell him
as he falls, know you can—
reassemble the shards.

by Kelly Cressio-Moeller, from Spring/Summer 2018