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By Leslie Anne Mcilroy
(1) to form by heating and hammering; beat into shape, as in the child’s back
burning, shoulders of flame, ribs of shame till she is no longer what she
was, but what you want her to be; 2) to form or make, especially by
concentrated effort, as in pride, see the girl, my girl, take credit, look what I
By Kazumi Chin
The very last mammoth was just like the others,
except more lonely. The very last tortilla chip
makes me feel guilty.The very last line
of the poem changes everything about
By Ellen McGrath Smith
I wanted bad to advance to Washington, D. C.
I wanted to be anyone but me.
The nun who had trained me for the spelling bee
needed a ride, and I was so worried all the way across town
By Martín Espada
Martín Espada performs the poem "Alabanza" at the 2010 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Naomi Shihab Nye
Naomi Shahib Nye performs the poems "My Father, on dialysis" and "Shoulders" at the 2012 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Marilyn Nelson
Marilyn Nelson performs the poem "Millie Christine" at the 2012 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Myra Sklarew
Myra Sklarew reads "Exchange" at the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Aracelis Girmay
When the boys are carnivals
we gather round them in the dark room
& they make their noise while drums
ricochet against their bodies & thin air
By Kenji Liu
Ask me again why I am here
with this pine, this wild oyamel,
their great succulence of reason
You, machine lyric
and State, every state,
By L. Lamar Wilson
She ambles about this Mickey-Dee kitchen’s din,
unmoved by the hot grease threatening
her ¿puedo tomar su orden? mask.