Video: state of America (a visual expression)
This visceral piece dedicated to John Singleton unfolds the journey of a black youth moving through the chaotic American landscape into his manhood.
Rachel Hadas: Little Free Library, Turner’s Falls
Crones do not whine: agreed.
But pain’s a constant, and the need
to let it out, give it a name
shouldn’t be a source of shame.
Michael Simms: Puppy Rolling
When I take Josie to the dog park she likes to find a puppy, preferably a rare breed like a Shiba Inu or a New Guinea Singing Dog and roll it down the hill.
Elizabeth Gaskell: On Visiting the Grave of My Stillborn Little Girl
I think of thee in these far happier days
Gerry LaFemina: A Slight Misunderstanding
What I heard was that she was interested
in accidents, so I envisioned those frozen moments
(perhaps only milliseconds), the liminal frames
when we realize an event is unavoidable
Alison Luterman: Jasmine
now we’ve grown into our own
miniature galaxy,
a wall of starry scent
Jose Padua: A Brief Meditation on the Clouds That Hover Over the DNA Building in York, Pennsylvania
I always knew this was
where the instructions
were written
Deborah DeNicola: And After Armageddon . . . 
When will we stop
interrogating our souls, instead throw them wide,
allow them to leave our bones behind to stencil the sand
Video: The Circle (a visual poem)
The circle evokes time, or more precisely, the fragments of time that pile up in a vast scenario of unique moments and memories. It is an introspective journey of wonder and imagination through these glimpses of time.
Sandy Solomon: Abortion Clinic
Pregnant, but unclear about her last period,
she said she thought nothing was wrong for weeks,
but knew she couldn’t afford another, couldn’t
afford the five kids she had now
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Ebb
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died
Tony Gloeggler: What Anyone Knows
Diagnosed
with mental retardation and cerebral
palsy, he spent his early childhood
in Willowbrook hell.
Kathryn Levy: The Story of Apples
They peered at the apples
in the Apple Museum, or the half remembered
pictures of apples.
Kristofer Collins: Good Time Charlie’s Got the Blues
a laugh she must have gotten
from her dad, some proud and slightly
embarrassing inheritance, but hell this
thing boomed around the bar
