The Sign
By Jonathan B. Tuckerpardon our appearance
as we grow to better serve you
says the sign on the fence
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Jonathan B. Tuckerpardon our appearance
as we grow to better serve you
says the sign on the fence
By Zein El-AmineSit in their circle.
Don't let your eyes linger
on any object in the room.
By Quraysh Ali Lansanai've heard tell of a hustle
in brooklyn where clever folks
throw themselves in front of cars
By Joseph RossIn a summer of snipers
some men raised their hands
with fingers pressed
By Sherwin BitsuiIn a cornfield at the bottom of a sandstone canyon,
wearing the gloves of this song tightly over closed ears;
the bursting sun presses licks of flame
By Jose PaduaAll the out of business auto body shops
on this slow highway, all the abandoned
buildings with peeling paint, the vacant
By Nahshon CookThen he explained
how the Buddha
instructed us
to reflect on the body
By Scott HightowerLike a dancer covered in nothing
but white powder, then sponged
with coarse brown makeup;