Loving the Enemy
By Caits Meissnerof course there were gaps I kept my eyes
shuddered up my curiosities strapped
amnesia on as a mask but only the dead do not dream.
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Caits Meissnerof course there were gaps I kept my eyes
shuddered up my curiosities strapped
amnesia on as a mask but only the dead do not dream.
By Claire HermannGod separated the light from the darkness,
but I have a light switch.
Once there was morning and evening,
but now someone has torn the heart out of a mountain,
By Zahara HeckscherThis is a love song
to the invisible waves
that travel through the air
finding the antenna
By Joshua Jennifer EspinozaLike light but
in reverse we billow.
We turn a corner
and make the hills
By Kim RobertsHundreds of tiny fry
crowd the single tank,
churning the water milky.
The fry grow to parr
By Nesha RutherL’chaim to my rabbi who gets red in the face during prayer
and sings off-tune
we can always hear him.
By Barbara Costas-BiggsBefore I was grown and called lovers
lovers. Before I was a mother and called
momma. Before I considered myself anything
By Joseph RossWhen you walk past Klans-
men, smiling at you
on your way into the court
house, wondering how
By Julie Enszerto the place where the idea
of being a pinko commie dyke
first entered her mind,
By Kathy EngelPraise the words and what
defies words, the mamas and
fathers, all the beloveds