Portrait of Hippocrates, or Buqrat

By Kim Roberts O augury seeker,
know and be aware...
In the book of divination,

The World We Want Is Us

By Alice Walker It moves my heart to see your awakened faces;
the look of "aha!"
shining, finally,

By Grace Cavalieri The child stands weeping.
She holds uncooked rice in one hand waiting.
She's idealized into a picture

By Kathleen Hellen I sit in the front row of
bleachers -- cheap seats for greater grief.
My son

By Kathleen O'Toole He arrived first as a student of geology
in the bicentennial year.
He witnessed

By Judith Arcana You read the tiny cardboard book before
you scratch the strip under Augie's New Pizza
on the back of MIA:We still don't know

By Penelope Scambly Schott Back when I used to march
in the noon of the green world,
I sang like a crow.

By Jane Seitel I wake into yet another day of doubt
creeping in as ants through a warped doorjamb.
The morning news brings new atrocities

By Claire Zoghb He’s put the war out of his mind. Shelling and murdered relatives behind him.

By Nahshon Cook Then he explained
how the Buddha
instructed us
to reflect on the body