"Adrift" by Joyce Kung (joyce ✨) is a beautiful little breather of a poem. Here's an excerpt. Read it 433 Magazine ➖ fourthreethree.org/blog/adrift

James Pugh takes us on a journey through his experience in a sensory deprivation chamber. ➖ fourthreethree.org/blog/floating

fourthreethree.org/blog/self-port… "Self-Portrait as Friend, or Variations of a Hallmark Greeting Card" by Alton Melvar M Dapanas

"if this year, the one they claim is new, brings me anything, let it be poetry or its equivalent: the glow of wine a kiss with chapped lips a late morning under too-heavy blankets" Happier new year, everybody, from C. Adán Cabrera (he/him) and 433. fourthreethree.org/blog/happier-n…

Thank you, 433, for publishing my New Year's Day poem!

‘If you ever see me eating sweet potato mash out of a saucepan, you know it’s bad news.’ @SelcouthStation bringing some butter-infused truth to the table. fourthreethree.org/blog/ic75awo6a…

We Stan Murayama

"These are the moments when I wash it all away - the lovely disarray of life from yesterday." Check out @FayeRapoDesPres's lovely little poem, "First Light" ! fourthreethree.org/blog/first-lig…

Congratulations to our EIC on his first book! This is why he's been a slow ass with responding to your submissions. 😁

"My mother had passed away a year earlier. Life seemed to shudder and then collapse around me. The pieces of my youth surrendered to the sadness of death." Mark McConville reflects on how #TheBlackParade held him through his mother's death. fourthreethree.org/blog/a-concept…

Hell yeah.

“I’m an American brat born to immigrants from a place that is either invisible or maligned. I am an unknown de facto colony bastard." Braticia🇻🇪 spoke with Sheila Maldonado about her stunning poetry collection, "that's what you get." fourthreethree.org/blog/sheila-ma…

I just so happened to b tweeting and got tweeted at, this new interview 433 Magazine is up. Boy, did I talk some shit and not give a fuck, that was me in Omicron January, enjoy! Thanks Braticia🇻🇪 for the questions and the late nite hanging

Holy. Shit. What a brilliant, horrifying cover.

A Guatemalan cowboy, a father who beat up the sky for his daughter, and the voice of a young girl floating in the river. We're kind of obsessed with these gorgeous, heartbreaking and tender poems from tanya castro. fourthreethree.org/blog/guatemala…

still love.

This is one of our all-time faves

When Nellie sits beside my bed, She thinks, to please a Poet, Her talk must be of books, Although I’d rather she’d forego it. —William Gay #PoemADay poets.org/poem/sick-room…