The World We Want Is Us
By Alice WalkerIt moves my heart to see your awakened faces;
the look of "aha!"
shining, finally,
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Alice WalkerIt moves my heart to see your awakened faces;
the look of "aha!"
shining, finally,
By Grace CavalieriThe child stands weeping.
She holds uncooked rice in one hand waiting.
She's idealized into a picture
By Kathleen HellenI sit in the front row of
bleachers -- cheap seats for greater grief.
My son
By Kathleen O'TooleHe arrived first as a student of geology
in the bicentennial year.
He witnessed
By Judith ArcanaYou read the tiny cardboard book before
you scratch the strip under Augie's New Pizza
on the back of MIA:We still don't know
By Penelope Scambly SchottBack when I used to march
in the noon of the green world,
I sang like a crow.
By Jane SeitelI wake into yet another day of doubt
creeping in as ants through a warped doorjamb.
The morning news brings new atrocities
By Claire ZoghbHe’s put the war out of his mind. Shelling and murdered relatives behind him.
By Nahshon CookThen he explained
how the Buddha
instructed us
to reflect on the body
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,