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By Rio CortezJust as close to living as you are to disappearing knowing
my limits you locate the tender spots without.
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Rio CortezJust as close to living as you are to disappearing knowing
my limits you locate the tender spots without.
By Ashna AliOn an assemblage of screens on another firework evening
Ruthie Gilmore reminds us that abolition is not recitation.
By Hayan ChararaThe Arab apocalypse began around the year
of my birth, give or take—
the human apocalypse,
a few thousand years earlier.
By Siaara FreemanWhen I say ancestors, let’s be clear:
I mean slaves. I’m talkin’ Tennessee
cotton & Louisiana suga. I mean grave dirt.
By Adela NajarroI have learned to speak dementia
by looking straight into her eyes
smiling, laughing, then digging deep
By Liv MammoneThe train is a creature that moves like water.
It has no eyes, only a sharp
mouth that closes on those too slow.
By David James "DJ" SavareseThe ear that hears the cardinal
hears in red;
the eye that spots the salmon
By Liza SparksWhen a ponderosa pine
is over one hundred—
it sheds a layer of bark.
By Aideed MedinaDe piedra, sangre.
I make my own heaven. I drag it out of the streets, and inhospitable terrains. I mixed "tabique", brick, mortar with my hands, kneading,
I need, to make my own heaven
By Juan J. MoralesLike two hands pressed
together, they are twice as large
on the island. One feeds