Antonia Alexandra Klimenko: Let Me Magnify You
I’ve come from a family of tears —Salvatore Ala Seen under a microscope they so often resemble trails left by meteors the lunar surface of … Continue reading
Jose Padua: Memo in the form of a sonnet to the white supremacist who referred to my wife as a breeding vessel for the Hispanic invasion
Despite my name being Jose I am not Hispanic but Filipino, which means that as far as you’re concerned my white wife is not a breeding vessel for the Hispanic … Continue reading
Video: “War Music” by Kate Tempest
Poet Kate Tempest performs “War Music” with improvised accompaniment by Tongue Fu.
Doug Anderson: Tucson, 1954
One night when I was eleven, when my mother swung to hit me I reached up and grabbed her hand and was surprised at my own strength. We both knew … Continue reading
John Samuel Tieman: Passchendaele
A party of ‘A’ Company men passing up to the front found … a man bogged to above the knees. The united efforts of four of them with rifles beneath … Continue reading
Siegfried Sassoon: “Finished with the War — A Soldier’s Declaration”
In July of 1917, mid-World War I, following a period of convalescent leave during which he had decided to make a stand by not returning to duty, celebrated poet Siegfried … Continue reading
Jose Padua: Love is like Arkansas
Love is like Arkansas, a little bit backward sometimes. The best days are slow, simple, like white rice and black beans on a paper plate for lunch. The worst are … Continue reading
Matthew Thorburn: Cicada
. Where do the bees go in winter, their hives shuttered in ice? When spring rains tear down the spider’s web, she strings up another. It seems the same cicadas … Continue reading
Rob Cantor: “Shia LaBeouf”
Featuring The Gay Men’s Chorus of Los Angeles, The West L.A. Children’s Choir, The Argus Quartet, aerial artists, dancers wearing masks, and a “real live cannibal.” Oh yeah, you need … Continue reading
Naomi Shihab Nye: On Inspiration
“I can never imagine how someone would fall in love with poetry and stop reading poems. But I think that people often talk themselves out of responding…” This video is … Continue reading
Jose Padua: Relativity
My mother cried when my father took his first trip back home to the Philippines. I don’t remember how old I was, just that I was too young to understand … Continue reading
Jenne R. Andrews: Looking Through a Window at December
If we could hold this instant– dried amber leaves on nearly bare branches delineating mother of pearl sky— could we find the gold ring we dropped in autumn grass other … Continue reading
Lewis Turco: Burning the News
The fire is eating the paper. The child who drowned is burned. Asia is in flames. As he signs his great bill, a minister of state chars at the edges … Continue reading →