I Will Not
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.
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
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 Nahshon CookThen he explained
how the Buddha
instructed us
to reflect on the body
By Andrea Carter BrownWe are not starving.
We are wearing
shoes on our feet.
By M.J. IuppaThe fence that wasn't a barrier, that didn't hold
anything back or up, but was the grid over the scene of
smoke rising, smoldering from September
By Kim JensenYou know the economy's bad
when people are lined up around the block
to apply for the job
of the wicked witch.
By Carly SachsWhere does memory go?
Our windows looking out on the bay,
my wet clothes hanging on the antlers
By Philip MetresIn the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
By Jeffrey McDanielOn the red-eye from Seattle, a two-year-old
in the seat behind me screeches
his miniature guts out.