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Philip Metres

Hearing of Alia Muhammed Baker’s Stroke

By Philip Metres How a Basra librarian
could haul the books each night,
load by load, into her car,
Emily K. Bright

Community

By Emily K. Bright It is nearly midnight and I'm
scrubbing at the grout.
The dishes, washed,
Sam Hamill

True Peace

By Sam Hamill Half broken on that smoky night,
hunched over sake in a serviceman's dive
somewhere in Naha, Okinawa
Stephen Kuusisto

Life in Wartime

By Stephen Kuusisto There are bodies that stay home and keep living.
Wisteria and Queen Anne's Lace
But women & children too.
Samiya Bashir

Manistee Lights

By Samiya Bashir Brother I don't either understand this
skipscrapple world that is--these
slick bubble cars zip feverish down
Beth Copeland

Cerberus

By Beth Copeland What do the howling hounds hear that we can't?
The moon sharpens its sword on the Earth's stone.
Palm trees on the shores of the Tigris stand sentinel,
Jamaal May

Pomegranate Means Grenade

By Jamaal May Hold a pomegranate in your palm,
imagine ways to split it, think of the breaking
skin as shrapnel. Remember granada
Richard Blanco

Looking for The Gulf Motel

By Richard Blanco The Gulf Motel with mermaid lampposts
and ship's wheel in the lobby should still be
rising out of the sand like a cake decoration.
Adam Wiedewitsch

Here Were Buried

By Adam Wiedewitsch in blue earth, among willows, aisles
of box-elder, elms, in the silence between
on the sand-bar in front
Patricia Monaghan

Red-Tailed Hawk

By Patricia Monaghan Just past dawn in early fall,
a sparrow screamed at me
as I walked into the woods.
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