Aral
By Jaime Lee JarvisWas it the rush of words in that language
we understood only when we cocked our heads,
speaking on the slant, slurring our way
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Jaime Lee JarvisWas it the rush of words in that language
we understood only when we cocked our heads,
speaking on the slant, slurring our way
By JoAnne GrowneyA stand of poplars is a self-assembling
solar-powered pump-and-treat
ground-water protection system.
By Heather DavisThe lights in your home channel 29 men, their
soot stained clothes, last breaths, crystalline sweat
let loose on black rock
By Gregory PardloUnfinished, the road turns off the fill
from the gulf coast, tracing the bay, to follow
the inland waterway.
By Chris AugustAmerica, don’t we love like oil?
Don’t our slippery arms
Pave the pores of those who need us?
By Wang PingWhat more can you say
Nomad daughter of glaciers?
City has bleached the sun from your face
By Patricia SmithThe storm left a wound seeping,
a boulevard yawning, some
memories fractured
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 Bruce WeiglToday some things worked as they were meant to.
A big spring wind came up and blew down
from the verdant neighborhood trees,