Migrant Earth
By Deema K. ShehabiI could tell you that listening is made for the ashen sky,
and instead of the muezzin's voice, which lingers
like weeping at dawn,
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Deema K. ShehabiI could tell you that listening is made for the ashen sky,
and instead of the muezzin's voice, which lingers
like weeping at dawn,
By Lisa Suhair MajajIf they ask you what you are,
say Arab. If they flinch, don't react,
just remember your great-aunt's eyes.
By Elliott batTzedekAcross a small suburban lawn
a very large man is riding
a very large tractor mower
By Ching-In ChenThe teacher straightbacked,
faced me off, her eyes.
My face in the cleave of
her shoulder, my bones
By Zara HoushmandThe label says Afghan Comedian
and nothing more, no artist, no provenance,
just a monitor’s unlidded eye embedded
By Reginald Harriswalk long enough
with a pebble in your shoe
and walking with a pebble becomes
normal
By Margit BermanThe day Obama decided enough was enough
and turned off his TV and slept well for the first time since 2007,
and Nancy Pelosi decided enough was enough
By Rashida James-Saadiyawe scatter
dodge words that rip into flesh
hide from clenched fist
By Rich Villarlacking a proper entrance
into a poem
about Arizona Senate Bill 1070