Waiting Outside The US Capital Where She Lies In State, Eve Of All Souls
By Yael Flusbergafter the first three hours
the temperature dropped to visible breath.
my fall coat no longer protected and my toes
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Yael Flusbergafter the first three hours
the temperature dropped to visible breath.
my fall coat no longer protected and my toes
By Tiffany HigginsI shall build a city upon a hill
and upon a hill and upon a hill and upon a hill
I am a little shepherd piping low
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 Chris AugustAmerica, don’t we love like oil?
Don’t our slippery arms
Pave the pores of those who need us?
By Remica L. BinghamI enter to find all the students in uniform
occupying a small room.
By Lee SharkeyWhat do you do with an eye in the cup of your hand?
What do you see that you didn't?
What do you make of a sphere of jelly with fins of torn muscle?
By Wang PingWhat more can you say
Nomad daughter of glaciers?
City has bleached the sun from your face
By Fady JoudahWhen the shooting began
Everyone ran to the trucks
Grabbed whatever their backs needed
And made for the trucks