Hearing of Alia Muhammed Baker’s Stroke
By Philip MetresHow a Basra librarian
could haul the books each night,
load by load, into her car,
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Philip MetresHow a Basra librarian
could haul the books each night,
load by load, into her car,
By Emily K. BrightIt is nearly midnight and I'm
scrubbing at the grout.
The dishes, washed,
By Sam HamillHalf broken on that smoky night,
hunched over sake in a serviceman's dive
somewhere in Naha, Okinawa
By Stephen KuusistoThere are bodies that stay home and keep living.
Wisteria and Queen Anne's Lace
But women & children too.
By Samiya BashirBrother I don't either understand this
skipscrapple world that is--these
slick bubble cars zip feverish down
By Beth CopelandWhat 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,
By Jamaal MayHold a pomegranate in your palm,
imagine ways to split it, think of the breaking
skin as shrapnel. Remember granada
By Richard BlancoThe Gulf Motel with mermaid lampposts
and ship's wheel in the lobby should still be
rising out of the sand like a cake decoration.
By Adam Wiedewitschin blue earth, among willows, aisles
of box-elder, elms, in the silence between
on the sand-bar in front
By Patricia MonaghanJust past dawn in early fall,
a sparrow screamed at me
as I walked into the woods.