Pablo Otavalo: You Wake Up
and one day you are a vermin. And
your brother a vermin
and your son is a vermin.
William D. Hartung: The Ever-Expanding War Machine
Dismantling the Government While Pumping Up the Pentagon
Sandy Solomon: Reading
The pasts, the past perfects: each sentence
a forest pool shining with borrowed,
broken light
Nancy Kricorian: Applying Lessons From the Armenian Genocide to Gaza
All our institutions in the U.S. as well as in Europe—the government, the media, arts organizations, and the academy—with few exceptions, were colluding with and covering for what was recognizable as a genocide.
Charles Harper Webb: Pants
Tempest Storm understood that what excites when eased off
slowly, creates horse-laughs, falling down.
Jake Johnson: ‘Disgusted’ Wisconsin Governor Rips Arrest Threat From Trump Border Czar
“We now have a federal government that will threaten or arrest an elected official—or even everyday American citizens—who have broken no laws, committed no crimes, and done nothing wrong.”
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer: Every Poem
the window lets the light change
so every time you re-enter the poem,
it feels different—familiar, but new
Warsan Shire: Conversations About Home
When I meet others like me I recognise the longing, the missing, the memory of ash on their faces. No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark.
Robert Cording: Power Lines
Their shaggy crowns and bright blue
And white plumage jolt the dull background
Of road-dusty greens. Sometimes I pull over
To watch their unhesitating headfirst dive
Julia Conley: ‘Genocide in Action’ as 60-Day Blockade Plunges Gaza Into Mass Starvation
The two-month-long siege is a “clear and calculated effort to collectively punish over two million civilians and to make Gaza unlivable.”
James Crews: Meditation Class
I wiped the fog from the glass and saw
a statue of the Buddha on a shelf, laughing
at himself, laughing at me standing there
in a puddle, under a pine tree that kept
dripping on my head
Ed Simon: Introducing The Pittsburgh Review of Books
A call for submissions
Fleur Adcock: Happy Ending
After they had not made love
she pulled the sheet up over her eyes
until he was buttoning his shirt:
not shyness for their bodies – those
they had willingly displayed – but a frail
endeavor to apologise.
Nan Levinson: Seven-and-a-Half Propositions for Journalism in the Age of Trump
The Good and the Bad in Media Coverage Now
