Ann Wright: Why Would Anyone Kill Themselves to Stop a War? On Aaron Bushnell and Others
In the past three months, two people in the United States have taken or risked taking their own lives in an attempt to change U.S. policies on Palestine and call for a cease-fire.
Michael Simms: My debut novel is being launched tonight
This evening the rap artist and filmmaker Christian Nowlin will be helping me launch my debut novel BICYCLES OF THE GODS: A DIVINE COMEDY.
Doug Anderson: Anonymous from the Han Dynasty
What a relief to sit by the waterfall
and let my mind go like this, each thought
a bubble rising from the bottom of a pond
Donald Krieger: Hiroshima Haiku
memorial bridge
ahead and in my rearview
winged souls drift by
Sam Hamill — To the Tune: Sands of the Washing Stream
The pear blossoms fade and die,
and I can’t keep them from falling.
Sam Hamill: After Morning Rain
It is September, the end of summer.
My backyard maples turning orange
and red and gold.
Peter Schireson: Woof
I take Buster out for his walk, above us, wild geese fly south, honking, going nowhere, geese without edges, no longer geese. Where did they go? asked Baso. “Away,” Hyakujo … Continue reading
Sam Hamill: Nightingales of Kifissia
After years of mourning,
I was awakened one dawn
to the sound of doves
above the empty streets of Paris.
Sam Hamill: When Eagles Fly
I don’t know how we do it, how we struggle to find happiness in this brutal world. I sat a long time watching a few sailboats meander around Fidalgo … Continue reading
Juniper White: Pulse Oximetry
For Sam . Propped on pillows, eyes closed, cannula askew, the machine indifferently draws and whirs oxygen puffs, and you breathe as you can. I settle down beside, … Continue reading
Sam Hamill: In the Company of Ancient Masters
It is autumn in the autumn of my life. I sit on my deck in the evening light and watch a slow boat pass by. Tonight, a woman I … Continue reading
Sam Hamill: Odysseus in Paris, 6 a.m.
I’m leaning out the window, looking up Rue Pascal, up the hill toward Mouffetard, where soon the markets will overflow with fresh produce and fish, and dozens of restaurants will … Continue reading
Sam Hamill: Three Poems
Septuagenarian Sitting alone in late summer twilight sipping cold sake reading the obituaries of my friends . To Margaret, the Librarian It was a librarian who first showed me how … Continue reading
