from Manatee/Humanity
By Anne Waldmanthe aquarium deserted now,
this is the song at dusk I write in the notebook:
strange skin
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Eighteenth Century Remains
By Tess TaylorThe ridge a half mile down from Monticello.
A pit cut deeper than the plow line.
Archaeologists plot the dig by scanning
Single Twin Band Crush
By celeste doaksAaron and Anita, the first real twins I ever personally knew,
drum majored our ragged band in high school called--
the Marching LaSalle Lions. Anita was the outgoing,
Why I Don’t Mention Flowers When Conversations with My Brother Reach Uncomfortable Silences
By Natalie DiazIn the Kashmir mountains,
my brother shot many men,
blew skulls from brown skins,
Tsunami Chant
By Wang PingI'm not a singer, but please
let me sing of the peacemakers
on the streets and internet, your candles
from part one of Diary of a Wave Outside the Sea
By Dunya MikhailThrough your eye
history enters
and punctured helmets pour out.
The 8th of May: A Vow
By Daniel Nathan TerryThere are oaks that remember
what we would forget--the burn of the rope,
how a body takes on more weight
Thanks
By Yusef KomunyakaaThanks for the tree
between me & a sniper's bullet.
I don't know what made the grass
Despite
By Derrick Weston BrownYour brown skin is not a bomb.
Your brown skin does not mean bomb.
Though they doctor pictures.
No. 13, for Remembering
By Naomi AyalaTwo blocks away
where yellow cabs
zip by without stopping