lynch
By Martha Collinsnot as in pin, the kind that keeps the wheels
turning, and not the strip of land that marks
the border between two fields. unrelated
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Martha Collinsnot as in pin, the kind that keeps the wheels
turning, and not the strip of land that marks
the border between two fields. unrelated
By Martín EspadaIn the republic of poetry,
a train full of poets
rolls south in the rain
By Francisco AragónDespite the absent head (whose eyes
were the green of apples)
By A.B. Spellmanflorene barco moved
to philadelphia &
on a visit home
By Allison Adelle Hedge CokeAmerica, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in.
Sing back the moment you cherished breath.
Sing you home into yourself and back to reaso
By Jan BeattyMy friend Lou
used to walk up to strangers
and tip them - no, really -