Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Vincent ToroA lung lit like diesel
is not fable or fodder.
Is not sewage siphoned from stern
and starboard. Cuffs, not slapdash plums
plunge from your garden
By Brian Gilmorelike fidel after raiding
moncada barracks
we face history like
seed removed from
soil
By Joshua WeinerToday is Sunday.
Today, for the first time, they let me go out into the sun.
And I stood there I didn't move,
struck for the first time, the very first time ever:
By Kelli Stevens Kaneblueberry blackberry as always
bleeding, back road or boulevard,
our boy crowned with baton,
By Danez SmithI am sick of writing this poem
but bring the boy. his new name
his same old body. ordinary, black
dead thing. bring him & we will mourn
By Rayna MomenUnprotected sex is a woman in America.
Unprotected sex is a woman in the world.
My body is my temple and will always be
it is not some place where you go to pray
By David Tomas MartinezIt's not water to wine to swallow harm,
though many of us have,
and changing the name
By Eduardo C. CorralAre the knees & elbows
the first knots
the dead untie?
By Danez Smithone is hard & the other tried to be
one is fast & the other was faster
one is loud & one is a song
