Andrea Mazzarino: The Costs of (Another) War
When We Could Be Fighting Climate Change
Phillip M. Carter: Long before shots were fired, a linguistic power struggle was playing out in Ukraine
Neither professional linguists nor Ukrainians have any problem thinking of Ukrainian as a separate language – it’s probably about as different from Russian as Spanish is from Portuguese. Yet Russian nationalists long sought to classify it as a dialect of Russian.
Glen Brown: Bubbie
I imagine her escaping Ukraine,
like a small bird
breaking formation over unfamiliar terrain
Doug Anderson: Ukraine, Hypocrisy, and That Thing With Feathers
Because of my angry response to the Russian invasion of Ukraine, I have been accused of hypocrisy. How can I criticize Russia, I am asked, after all the damage my … Continue reading
Tom Engelhardt: Cold War II or World War III?
Given our world, we should all probably be in the streets now. I mean, here we are heading into Cold War II, while facing the possibility of World War III on a planet that, thanks to the way we live and produce energy, is heading for hell.
Matt Hohner: Remembering “The Jar” On the Eve of Another War 
we decided
at 2:30 a.m. to flick the cockroaches scuttling
along the low wall on the front edge of the roof
onto traffic on Charles Street below
Sharon Fagan McDermott: War
This intensity, this buildup
of noise—Help us! —an echo of an old human
refrain through the mad and fucked up timbres
of our human history.
Paul Christensen: The Snow It Snoweth Every Day
I’m not complaining too loudly. The Ukrainians are out there on the hills waiting to get into Poland, and the snow is pelting their thin coats and caps and making the kids squirm up against their moms.
Kim Stafford: Four poems about the current war
How much rain to fill the Volga?
Not soon, the end of weeping.
Cynthia Atkins: The Last Cricket Standing
The women are lighting Shabbos candles
with Molotov Cocktails — A baby is passed to arms
on a train.
Charlie Brice: Out of the Closet
Clothed in my cheap JC Penny’s suit, holding a bible, sitting on a container of disinfectant that smells like murder, like what they’d use to clean the war machine of … Continue reading
Edwin Muir: The Horses
Barely a twelvemonth after
The seven days war that put the world to sleep,
Late in the evening the strange horses came.
By then we had made our covenant with silence
Chard deNiord: What Can Anyone Say
In memory of the Ukrainian children, parents, and civilians who have been murdered by Russian troops and Prime Minister Putin during Russia’s recent invasion of Ukraine
Lex Runciman: News from Kyev
…bombs
explode in streets, on rooftops, through windows,
doorways. Statues have toppled.
