Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Faylita HicksCrawling out from between the legs of a woman
with my name still wetly slathered across her chin,
I cradle the lewd silk of our venom
up against the hot swell of my caged chest, wade out
through her front door, into the murky billows
of the damned and the damnable,
By adrienne maree browneven now
we could be happy
even now
breathing in
filling our bodies with right now
By mónica teresa ortizI wake up sleepless inside a room overlooking giants//mist peeling over olive trees//clouds of pleasure
By Joselia Rebekah HughesBlack able rack able
hack able tack able
lack able slack able
By Liza SparksWhen a ponderosa pine
is over one hundred—
it sheds a layer of bark.
By Lip Manegiothe trees were dying again. i had been spending
more time on the porch than usual, letting
the early november freeze get the better
By Juan J. MoralesLike two hands pressed
together, they are twice as large
on the island. One feeds
By Kimberly BlaeserScientists say my brain and heart
are 73 percent water—
they underestimate me.
By I.S. Jonesthe moon is my first emotion then beast then happy rage
depending on a zealous appetite
i pull bobby pins from the kitchen of my scalp tear out nails