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Ellery Akers: 21 Kids Sue the Government for Not Protecting Them from Climate Change

–Trump Tries to Derail Our Children’s Trust Lawsuit We can do this. We can thread a needle with a river and stitch up the drought. We can dismantle the large, … Continue reading

June 22, 2017 · 1 Comment

W. H. Auden: Refugee Blues

Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there’s no place for us, my dear, yet there’s no place for … Continue reading

June 21, 2017 · Leave a comment

Kareem Tayyar: The Ocean is Wide Enough for Many to Walk Upon It

(For Mahmoud Darwish)   On the night that Muhammad entered the gospels, Christ was out on the water, Dipping his toes into the sea.   Muhammad walked down to the … Continue reading

June 20, 2017 · Leave a comment

W. D. Ehrhart: Beautiful Wreckage

What if I didn’t shoot the old lady running away from our patrol, or the old man in the back of the head, or the boy in the marketplace?   … Continue reading

June 19, 2017 · 2 Comments

Video: Dominique Christina reads “Mothers of Murdered Sons”

. Dominique Christina performs her poem “Mothers of Murdered Sons” at the 2016 Split this Rock festival. Dominique Christina is a poet and teacher who lives in Colorado. She is mother … Continue reading

June 18, 2017 · 1 Comment

Elizabeth Kirschner: Parochial Pain

Screened-in porch. In summer. Orchard darkness in a fox pelt of woods. Quiet flat as a dime, as the Midwest itself. I rock, smoke cigarettes. The bead-heads of tobacco smell … Continue reading

June 17, 2017 · Leave a comment

Christopher Soden: Days of Dreaming

suppose the life you swallowed was not yours but moonlight . gone sour a glass key you needed to secure suppose the dead were not . the strychnine you imagined … Continue reading

June 16, 2017 · Leave a comment

Dawn Potter: This Guy in the Mug Shot

Chevrolet cowboy, milk-cow intimidator, today is not your day.   Slipping, dipping, hunting, mudding— another jagged ode in your Jägermeister.   Somewhere, island horses break trail, high on AC/DC and … Continue reading

June 15, 2017 · Leave a comment

Justin Vicari: Ghazal — Abundance

As kids, we loved the mulberry tree in my cousin Kathy’s yard. We stood under that mulberry tree like our own vine hut, eating our way through the afternoons. Our … Continue reading

June 14, 2017 · Leave a comment

Leonard Gontarek: Sanctuary

My name is Leonard Gontarek. I survived the attack at the Grand 16 Theater where Trainwreck was playing. I gave it 3 out of 4 stars. I had cheese on … Continue reading

June 13, 2017 · Leave a comment

Joan E. Bauer: Dreaming of Prague  

I can almost imagine the euforie those first days of Revolution.   The crowds at Wenceslas Square. Even the police cheering.   Václav Havel riding a pedal scooter through the … Continue reading

June 12, 2017 · Leave a comment

Wendy Mnookin: NICU

. Why is this night different   Why is this night different from all other nights? Wine and matza and now our children tossing in their childhood beds, dreams tumbling … Continue reading

June 10, 2017 · Leave a comment

Leslie McGrath: Mumblety Peg

And when the truth about the emperor’s clothes was revealed the crowd convulsing with laughter at his flaccid gullibility you noticed a young man easing the battered patty of a … Continue reading

June 9, 2017 · Leave a comment

Percy Bysshe Shelley: England in 1819

 . An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying King; Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring; Rulers who neither see nor … Continue reading

June 8, 2017 · 1 Comment