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By Leslie Anne Mcilroy
(1) to form by heating and hammering; beat into shape, as in the child’s back
burning, shoulders of flame, ribs of shame till she is no longer what she
was, but what you want her to be; 2) to form or make, especially by
concentrated effort, as in pride, see the girl, my girl, take credit, look what I
By Fatimah Asghar
The names of my family members swirl
like dust in my lungs. I try to write about birds
& only pull from my pen animal skin.
My bones alive & a lament of dignified grief
By Kathi Wolfe
In an elevator trapped
between the fifteenth and sixteenth
floor of her apartment building,
Sunday morning, Elizabeth, her cane
By Ellen McGrath Smith
I wanted bad to advance to Washington, D. C.
I wanted to be anyone but me.
The nun who had trained me for the spelling bee
needed a ride, and I was so worried all the way across town
By Kim Roberts
Kim Roberts performs the poem "The International Fruit of Welcome" at the 2012 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Kathy Engel
Kathy Engel performs the poem "Inaugural" at the 2012 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Naomi Shihab Nye
Naomi Shahib Nye performs the poems "My Father, on dialysis" and "Shoulders" at the 2012 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Marilyn Nelson
Marilyn Nelson performs the poem "Millie Christine" at the 2012 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Myra Sklarew
Myra Sklarew reads "Exchange" at the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Natalie Diaz
Natalie Diaz reads "Ode to the Beloved's Hips" at the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.