Red-Tailed Hawk
By Patricia MonaghanJust past dawn in early fall,
a sparrow screamed at me
as I walked into the woods.
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Patricia MonaghanJust past dawn in early fall,
a sparrow screamed at me
as I walked into the woods.
By Gowri Koneswaranwe're taught to hold hands
when we cross the street
or walk with our mothers in parking lots or
By Rachel M. Simonthe name altered from parent's choosing
the threshold of a home
white gloves on the windowsill
By Margaret RozgaLet there be drums and harps,
piccolos and flutes, violins,
banjos and guitars.
By Daniela ElzaI drink a blood sunset down Cardinal Avenue.
my shoes soaked poppies my mind quiet as
a book with a bomb in its mouth.
By celeste doaksTell them it's always under attack. Tell them there's no cure
for the disease, or answer to the riddle. Tell them you asked many
before you, some who won, some who lost.
By Jonathan B. Tuckerpardon our appearance
as we grow to better serve you
says the sign on the fence
By Kamilah Aisha MoonHuge dashes in the sand, two or three
times a year they swim like words
in a sentence toward the period
By María Luisa ArroyoMami called us away from the roach trap line
where novice factory workers, fresh from the island,
and I, fresh from Germany, poked
By Zein El-AmineSit in their circle.
Don't let your eyes linger
on any object in the room.