Vendetta, May 2006
By Tim SeiblesAs if leaving
it behind would
have me lost
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University Kiss in a Time of War
By Melissa TuckeyTwo slight young women--
the smaller one
reaches for hands
Poets Against the War
By Susan BrennanWe stand at the Capitol
seized in snapshots
of curious tourists
Duke Ellington’s You St. Lament
By Derrick Weston BrownI try to follow his eyes
see where his stare lands.
The Duke watches from an elevated
perch. Now.
Dark-sky Society
By Ailish HopperEach time, Kenny says
With Love,
I look at you, I see
Sunday Afternoon as Oil Pours into the Gulf
By Elliott batTzedekAcross a small suburban lawn
a very large man is riding
a very large tractor mower
American Syntax
By Ching-In ChenThe teacher straightbacked,
faced me off, her eyes.
My face in the cleave of
her shoulder, my bones
Humor Difficult to Translate
By Zara HoushmandThe label says Afghan Comedian
and nothing more, no artist, no provenance,
just a monitor’s unlidded eye embedded
Verga
By Robin Coste LewisBefore leaving her they put stones in her vagina
The men will only be raped but the stones will be killed
The bush caught many men to go into the stones
Laundry
By Alicia OstrikerJust finished folding laundry. There's the news. A slender prisoner, ankles shackled, nude back and legs striped by a brown substance you might take for blood but which probably is feces, hair long, arms extended at shoulder level like a dancer or like Jesus, walks toward a soldier with rolled-up pants and a gun, posed legs akimbo in the tiled corridor. I cannot say from the image if the soldier is smiling, too few pixels to tell.