Toi Derricotte: My great teacher, Galway Kinnell, taught me: “Speak the unspeakable.”
My father taught me:
You have to break the bones
To get to the heart
Alliyah Lusuegro: Mass Deportations Would Be a Nightmare
Mass deportations would tear millions of families apart, including mine. It would also be a moral, logistical, and economic disaster.
Baruch November: A Gift in the Shallows of the Sea
One night, on Riis Beach,
years ago, I suddenly
proposed to your mother
in the moonlight
LeeAnn Hall: Public Transit, Our Bulwark Against Climate Change
The transportation sector is the largest source of U.S. climate pollution — and 80 percent of transportation emissions come from the cars and trucks on our roads. It’s one of the only major sectors where emissions are still rising.
Barbara Hamby: Ode to Skimpy Clothes and August in the Deep South
A young woman is walking with her boyfriend, and it’s deep
summer in the South, like being in a sauna
but hotter and stickier
Pablo Otavalo: If you stood any closer you’d be underground
Help me dress these wounds with words
Richard Krawiec: The Eyes of Hiroshima
My father was a sailor in the first group of ships to land in Hiroshima after the atomic bombs were dropped in WWII.
Brett Wilkins: The ‘Bigoted Conspiracy Caucus’ in US Congress
“Invasion and great replacement theory rhetoric, both deeply rooted in white nationalist and antisemitic tropes, are no longer a bug on the Hill, they are a regular feature,” said one campaigner.
karla k. morton: The Next Generation
Not knowing the spring of 1980
would be the worst drought
in the history of Texas,
my father sod an entire acre.
It was my job to water.
Baron Wormser: Complicity | On Alice Munro
Munro has been likened to Chekhov but if one is looking at Russians the pertinent one seems to me to be Dostoevsky.
Darnell Arnoult: Beneath Love & View From Space
Awful bucktoothed eyes flash
beneath Love’s crazy room. Round
and round, come again and again.
Believe in Death. Believe in Love.
Video: No Vegans Allowed
This motel decided to ban vegans and their mighty libido.
Michael Simms: Two Summer Songs
I can’t help but be in love
with the blissful light of lemonade at noon
And gazpacho in the evening
a slice of lime hanging by its wound
Barbara Huntington: Lost in Translation | Thoughts on Poetry After My Stroke
Then I became an erasure poem.
