Anonymous Song
By Fady JoudahWhen the shooting began
Everyone ran to the trucks
Grabbed whatever their backs needed
And made for the trucks
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Looking Back on the Muckleshoot Reservation from Galisteo Street, Santa Fe
By Arthur SzeThe bow of a Muckleshoot canoe, blessed
with eagle feather and sprig of yellow cedar,
is launched into a bay.
Zen of Tipping
By Jan BeattyMy friend Lou
used to walk up to strangers
and tip them - no, really -
OH NATURE
By Bruce WeiglToday some things worked as they were meant to.
A big spring wind came up and blew down
from the verdant neighborhood trees,
When I Was Torn by War
By Sinan AntoonI took a brush
Immersed in death
And drew a window
Wave
By David KeplingerLincoln, leaving Springfield, 1861,
Boards a train with a salute: but it is weak.
To correct it, he slides his hand away