Cowgirl Filibuster
By Lisa L. MooreWord got out about the bad bill.
College students packed up their bikinis,
went back to Austin to tell those men why
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Lisa L. MooreWord got out about the bad bill.
College students packed up their bikinis,
went back to Austin to tell those men why
By Theresa Davishoney
you are not being judged
because your bones decided
By Rachel M. Simonthe name altered from parent's choosing
the threshold of a home
white gloves on the windowsill
By Heather HolligerShe and I, our silences,
hesitations--at the grocery store,
in the taxi, on the street.
By Stephen ZeranceMy father hands me gifts he bought Christmas Eve:
an extra-large broadcloth and thirty-four waist khakis.
I dress different from the boys at school. My shirts fall
By Venus ThrashI am wearing a white tux with tails,
or a baby blue one with a ruffly shirt,
or decked out in classic black, or coolly
By Melissa TuckeyTwo slight young women--
the smaller one
reaches for hands
By Mark DotyBetween the bridge and the river
he falls through
a huge portion of night
By Francisco AragónDespite the absent head (whose eyes
were the green of apples)
By Natalie IllumThe first time I saw these activists turned
acrobats, I was immobilized as they arched
through hoops, twisting like DNA.