Note from a Prodigal Son III
By Randall HortonThe gavel
The splintered body
The red-neck guards
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Randall HortonThe gavel
The splintered body
The red-neck guards
By Philip MetresIn the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
By Remica L. BinghamI enter to find all the students in uniform
occupying a small room.
By Martín EspadaIn the republic of poetry,
a train full of poets
rolls south in the rain
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