Mosab Abu Toha, et al: Ceasefire Cento
Each morning
I wake
in the shape
of an ancient
song
Judith R. Robinson: Black Scar
oh Danny boy
who is no more
he whom I loved
Sandy Solomon: Diary of Amelia Stewart Knight
Commenced the ascent of the Blue Mountains.
A lovely morning; all hands delighted
Tina Kakadelis: “Killers of the Flower Moon” – Film Review
The film is adapted from a 2017 book of the same name by David Grann, and it chronicles the murders of Osage people in the 1920s in order to steal their oil wealth.
Michael Kleber-Diggs: The Grove
Planted here as we are, see how we want
to bow and sway with the motion of earth
in sky.
Mike Vargo: ‘Cat’s Cradle,’ Community, and Fascism
Maybe Bokonon had a point. Bokonon, for those not familiar, is a character in Kurt Vonnegut’s 1963 novel Cat’s Cradle. On a fictional Caribbean island, a holy man lives in the mountains. … Continue reading
D.W. Fenza: Why the Department of English Needs a Drastic Renovation
The English department had fashioned itself after the kind of revelation the English Department could no longer provide. —from the poem “Berkley Hills Living” by Jessica Laser ~ The English … Continue reading
Abby Zimet: In What Is Called A War (Trigger Warning — graphic violence)
Over 420 children a day are killed or injured, roughly one every 10 minutes; over 2,000 children are missing under the rubble, and likely dead; 70% of the dead are children and women…
Baron Wormser: Five Easy Pieces
Bobby has the dis-ease that is bred in the easy-going yet overbearing ways of his nation.
Deena November: The Tree of Life
No one thought this could happen
in America,
except the Jews. We have always known
Majid Naficy: Every Night in this City
Every night in this city
Thousands of people sleep on the street
Chuck Collins: The Radicalization of Climate Activism
Wynn Bruce self-immolated on the steps of the United States Supreme Court Building, just as the high court was poised to weaken laws regulating carbon emissions.
Naomi Shihab Nye, Debra Winger: Zero
I can’t stop thinking about classrooms
bedrooms pets toys strawberry patches
altars bent skillets spatulas. The skirts
of little girls. The pink. I can’t stop thinking.
Lisa Suhair Majaj: Two Poems
This is a body enfleshed,
like yours. This is a body
broken, like mine.
