Laure-Anne Bosselaar: Morning Praise
Praise not God
or fate, but the weeds & leaves that soften
the earth under my steps toward the widening
light
Arlene Weiner: Only One Dead
Our son
in Tucson warned us we’d read
about a professor killed in his office,
shot by a former student.
Rebecca Gordon: Banning What Matters
Public Libraries Under MAGA Threat
Sandy Solomon: After the Invasion
Cut salami on the counter,
greasy knife beside it,
wrapper lolling like
a tongue. We left it there
when the sirens screamed.
Video: Dernier Round
In a Parisian suburb, a promising young boxer must find a way to finance the future of his little sister, a piano prodigy.
Michael Simms: Writing Prompts #9 and #10 | Find Your Inner Dragon
In this session, we’ll experiment with employing familiar tropes in new ways.
Jane Johnston Schoolcraft: Lines Written at Castle Island, Lake Superior
Far from the haunts of men away
For here, there are no sordid fears,
No crimes, no misery, no tears
No pride of wealth; the heart to fill,
No laws to treat my people ill.
John Guzlowski: Four Poems
My mother never thought she’d survive
that first winter in the slave labor camps.
Abby Zimet: Get Out, You Animals, Get Out | We Are Humans, Starved
The grotesque madness of history’s first live-streamed genocide persists as Israel daily commits acts once unimaginable.
Gary Fincke: The Chernobyl Swallows
In April, near the anniversary Of catastrophe, barn swallows returned, Flying inside the exclusion zone to Nest in the radioactive ruins. Like disciples, the swaddled scientists Marveled. The work crews, … Continue reading
George Yancy: Deaf philosophy is opening up new worlds, challenging us all to see hearing disabilities not as a loss but as a gain.
There is a body of scholarship in Deaf studies about Deaf Gain, which flips the tables on the disability-as-loss narrative.
Jessica Bagwell: Study of an Olive Tree
Slick, ovalescent, stone
fruit, slung between leaves,
poised on the branch–waiting,
for warm hands
to pluck.
Joan E. Bauer | After a Sign in Joshua Tree: Tortoise Crossing
…this spring
at the crossroads of the Mojave & Colorado Deserts,
I found a magic scarf.
Sydney Lea: But-cept
From a half-century ago, I remember wishing my oldest son would continue saying ‘upslide down’ at least until first grade.
