Jose Padua: The Shape I’m In
it was the middle of a Lower East Side winter and the heat
in my apartment that night was up so high, after being completely out
for a week, that I couldn’t help but feel sexy, knowing I had pork buns
in my tiny fridge
Jim Daniels: Roaming the Galleries
No one ever stopped on Rome Street in Warren, Michigan,
to set up their easel and paint, not even on John B.
after 6 members of the Park family died in a Christmas fire
Alfred Corn: Instagram posts of Dr. Ali Tahrawi
Tired as if we were dead and lived again and suffered all kinds of pains and died again and again every day, in this hell of life, as if this is it, forever, as if this genocide would never end, and as if death is the only way out!
Traci Brimhall: Museum of Fire
On the first story my son and I make the history of fire,
on the second he wants to make where we are, the slow
smolder of Kansas
Ernesto Cardenal: Prayer for Marilyn Monroe
Lord,
welcome this girl known throughout the world as Marilyn Monroe,
although that was not her real name
Archibald MacLeish: Ars Poetica
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
Sean Sexton: Whelmed+
I tap out my pipe, aware of the grand majesty
of a morning taking shape—all the breezes of the
yester-day settle like complaint grown silent.
Jim Minick: Know the Trees, One by One
Know the trees, one by one,
rough-barked, smooth, shingled, or banded,
oak, hickory, maple, or gum.
Craig Mokhiber: The UN’s Settler-Colonial Bloc
A UN grouping anchored by the Anglo countries, Israel, and European states wields disproportionate power to undermine human rights and international law.
Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Farmer’s Market in Antwerp
I remember this so clearly — as if it happened today.
How she arranged her skirt, rubbed her hands together.
Angele Ellis: Love in a Time of Genocide | In Palestine Wail, Yahia Lababidi seeks the redemption of the human soul
Tell me, what steel entered your heart,
what fear made you rabid,
what hate drove out pity?
Joan E. Bauer: The Visionary, the Provocateur
Mike Davis grew up Catholic, bullied by rednecks
in Fontana, a place he later called, with affection,
that ‘junkyard of dreams.’
Scott Silsbe: Two Poems
That was the summer of the unrelenting wildflower smoke.
Amy Goodman, Denis Moynihan: Beware the Republican Plot to Steal the 2024 Election
Republicans are mounting an all-out assault on the election process that journalist Ari Berman refers to as a “five-alarm fire for democracy.”
