Oil: A Love Poem
By Chris AugustAmerica, don’t we love like oil?
Don’t our slippery arms
Pave the pores of those who need us?
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Solstice in Lhasa
By Wang PingWhat more can you say
Nomad daughter of glaciers?
City has bleached the sun from your face
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VOODOO V: ENEMY BE GONE
By Patricia SmithThe storm left a wound seeping,
a boulevard yawning, some
memories fractured
America, I Sing Back
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
OH NATURE
By Bruce WeiglToday some things worked as they were meant to.
A big spring wind came up and blew down
from the verdant neighborhood trees,