For the Fifty (Who Formed PEACE With Their Bodies)
By Philip MetresIn the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Philip MetresIn the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
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 Ocean VuongMy grandmother kisses
as if bombs are bursting in the backyard,
where mint and jasmine lace their perfumes
By Allison Adelle Hedge CokeAmerica, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in.
Sing back the moment you cherished breath.
Sing you home into yourself and back to reaso
By Fady JoudahWhen the shooting began
Everyone ran to the trucks
Grabbed whatever their backs needed
And made for the trucks
By Bruce WeiglToday some things worked as they were meant to.
A big spring wind came up and blew down
from the verdant neighborhood trees,
By Sinan AntoonI took a brush
Immersed in death
And drew a window
By David KeplingerLincoln, leaving Springfield, 1861,
Boards a train with a salute: but it is weak.
To correct it, he slides his hand away