Uprising
By Alan KingThe president of pride's been overthrown
by a coup.
The president of humility shakes his head.
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
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.
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
By Fady JoudahWhen the shooting began
Everyone ran to the trucks
Grabbed whatever their backs needed
And made for the trucks
By Arthur SzeThe bow of a Muckleshoot canoe, blessed
with eagle feather and sprig of yellow cedar,
is launched into a bay.
By Jan BeattyMy friend Lou
used to walk up to strangers
and tip them - no, really -