Loss is an art, traversing one world to the next
By Purvi ShahThe mehndi is leaving my hands,
brown swirls dissolving into brown skin.
Somewhere you are traveling
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Halim, waiting
By Kathleen O'TooleHe arrived first as a student of geology
in the bicentennial year.
He witnessed
From a Conversation-Hour Discussion About Intolerance with Adult English Students
By Nahshon CookThen he explained
how the Buddha
instructed us
to reflect on the body
American Syntax
By Ching-In ChenThe teacher straightbacked,
faced me off, her eyes.
My face in the cleave of
her shoulder, my bones
Hanover County Jail, Commonwealth of Virginia
By Bonnie NaradzayLunch today for the inmates means white bread
and a slice of baloney. Dinner is more of the same.
The limit now - two meals a day to stay in budget.
Always Here
By Rich Villarlacking a proper entrance
into a poem
about Arizona Senate Bill 1070
The Red Sweater
By Joseph O. Legaspislides down into my body, soft
lambs wool, what everybody
in school is wearing, and for me
Illegal Borders
By Sonja de Vriesa scar starting below his
cheekbone ran down the length
of his face like a road map
One Man’s Plea
By Lita HooperFrederick Lake has been to prison
finished his time
convicted in 1989
If You Leave Your Shoes
By Joseph RossIf you leave your shoes
on the front porch
when you run