from Things I Don’t Miss From My Youth
By A.B. Spellmanflorene barco moved
to philadelphia &
on a visit home
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The Refugee
By Lillian AllenSilence rocks the night
nerve stretch tight
snapping left and right
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VOODOO V: ENEMY BE GONE
By Patricia SmithThe storm left a wound seeping,
a boulevard yawning, some
memories fractured
from Nights of 1990
By Richard McCannWhat I could not accept was how much space
his body was taking with it: for instance, the space where
I was standing, the dazed fluorescence of his hospital room
Mud Mothers
By Lenelle Moïsethe children of haiti
are not mythological
we are starving
America, I Sing Back
By Allison Adelle Hedge CokeAmerica, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in.
Sing back the moment you cherished breath.
Sing you home into yourself and back to reaso
Anonymous Song
By Fady JoudahWhen the shooting began
Everyone ran to the trucks
Grabbed whatever their backs needed
And made for the trucks
Looking Back on the Muckleshoot Reservation from Galisteo Street, Santa Fe
By Arthur SzeThe bow of a Muckleshoot canoe, blessed
with eagle feather and sprig of yellow cedar,
is launched into a bay.
Zen of Tipping
By Jan BeattyMy friend Lou
used to walk up to strangers
and tip them - no, really -
OH NATURE
By Bruce WeiglToday some things worked as they were meant to.
A big spring wind came up and blew down
from the verdant neighborhood trees,