Mess Hall
By Solmaz SharifYour knives tip down
in the dish rack
of the replica plantation home
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Solmaz SharifYour knives tip down
in the dish rack
of the replica plantation home
By Zein El-AmineSit in their circle.
Don't let your eyes linger
on any object in the room.
By Cathy Linh CheI see my mother at thirteen
in a village so small,
it's never given a name.
By Zohra SaedBehave or the sleeping Alexander will reclaim your lungs.
Kandahar -
Was once a cube of sugar
By Carolee Bennett SherwoodThey build boxes upon boxes, great honeycomb cities. Rumbling
trucks deliver parcels of pollen. Pretzel vendors leave good luck
trails of salt along the sidewalks. Busy taxi cab tongues lick up
By Lauryn NesbittAs long as you wake up everyday you should have
no reason to complain, right
i guess if i'm still breathing then i'm not really
By Daniel Nathan TerryThat Andersonville was a camp of nightmares,
a dark machine that brought slow death
to nearly 13,000 men, is not in dispute.
By Nancy C. OtterThe soldier who stopped my father's truck
at the Chiapas border crossing in 1983
might have worked for that man
By Joseph RossIn a summer of snipers
some men raised their hands
with fingers pressed
By Camille T. DungyThe poet's hands degenerate until her cup is too heavy.
You are not required to understand.
This is not the year for understanding.