Mess Hall
By Solmaz SharifYour knives tip down
in the dish rack
of the replica plantation home
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Solmaz SharifYour knives tip down
in the dish rack
of the replica plantation home
By Quraysh Ali Lansanai've heard tell of a hustle
in brooklyn where clever folks
throw themselves in front of cars
By Marc A. Drexlerchildren in
certain neighborhoods
should know better than to
sit by a window
By Sheila BlackThe brace was metal, and it fastened around the ankles.
Outside in the street there was the beggar with elephantiasis; there was
the leper, the neighbor with eyes milky blind,
By Minnie Bruce PrattThe dog lunged at me and choked on its chain
guarding a house on the street of broken dreams.
What does it take to be safe? A sun-porch window
By Kathy Engelwrite about the killing of Troy Davis or
the years he claimed innocence so many times
the words fell from his mouth like drops of honey.
By Antoinette BrimLet the moon untangle itself
from the clothesline, as coming daylight
diminishes its lamp to memory.
By Jose PaduaAll the out of business auto body shops
on this slow highway, all the abandoned
buildings with peeling paint, the vacant
By Rich Villarlacking a proper entrance
into a poem
about Arizona Senate Bill 1070
By Sami Mirandawe is not the singular
dotted i, black figure against
a white background.