Lisa Suhair Majaj: Two Poems
This is a body enfleshed,
like yours. This is a body
broken, like mine.
Richard Hoffman: Autumn Leaves | An Improvisation after Ahmad Jamal
I know you know
as you have always known
Kathy Engel: What’s Another Word for Genocide
in April you told my students
a poem starts anywhere one
small drop of water traveling
Video: A Broken House
The Syrian architect Mohamad Hafez received a one-way ticket to the United States. Missing his homeland, he decided to create a stand-in, sculpting life-like miniatures of the Damascus cityscape he had left behind.
Edna St. Vincent Millay: Ashes of Life
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike;
Eat I must, and sleep I will, — and would that night were here!
But ah! — to lie awake and hear the slow hours strike!
Julia Conley: Biden Staffers Report Silencing of Dissent in White House on Gaza Horror
Numerous staff members have had interactions in the last week and a half that left them feeling as though any criticism of Israel’s U.S.-backed onslaught in Gaza, which has killed roughly 3,450 Palestinians, will not be tolerated.
Keith Flynn: Granularities
Each organ seems like a streetlight in a neighborhood
viewed from the mountaintop at midnight,
going out slowly one by one. “It’s all downhill from
here, Son,” he tells me, “‘til I hit the bottom.”
Abby Zimet: A Hundred Eyes For An Eye
Humanism that unites people across ethnic and religious lines…An international left rooted in values that side with the child over the gun every single time, no matter whose gun and no matter whose child.
Linda Parsons: Two Poems
I’m not a healer, though maybe
I am—my ordinary hands laid on the scathing past
to cool its sear, my palms a bowl cupping
the last drop of day in blind descent.
Yehuda Amichai: God has Pity on Kindergarten Children
God has pity on kindergarten children. He has less pity on school children And on grownups he has no pity at all, he leaves them alone, and sometimes they must … Continue reading
Corrine Clegg Hales: Her Husband Wants Her Back
Marge has run again, hiding out
at one neon motel after another
with her three small children.
Lord Byron: Epitaph to a Dog
…all the Virtues of Man
Without his Vices.
Denise Kohr: The Price of Amazon’s Prime Business Model Is Our Bodies
The billion-dollar company profits off pushing workers like me to our physical limits — only to ignore us when we’re hurt on the job.
Robert Wrigley: Cricket and Cicada
After an hour I can’t tell them
one from another. They’ve become
two parts of an uncommon harmony,
cricket melody then cicada melody
until there’s no melody at all
