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By Ching-In Chen
The teacher straightbacked,
faced me off, her eyes.
My face in the cleave of
her shoulder, my bones
By Alan King
The president of pride's been overthrown
by a coup.
The president of humility shakes his head.
By Rashida James-Saadiya
dodge words that rip into flesh
hide from clenched fist
By Rich Villar
lacking a proper entrance
into a poem
about Arizona Senate Bill 1070
By Marie-Elizabeth Mali
Pulling out of Union Square station, the subway
sounds the first three notes of There's a place for us,
somewhere a place for us. A woman sits on me, shoves
By Kim Roberts
Wheels, whisks, wishbones,
silhouette of a tiny pine.
Birds in flight and fiddlehead ferns.
By Yvette Neisser Moreno
So this is how they decided to take him—
at the end of his life,
his frame shrunken, his wild rambling days over
By Patricia Monaghan
After the nightly news and four martinis
he quietly begins to draw the inner workings
of the bomb, knowing the explosion needed
By Patricia Spears Jones
And I am full of worry I wrote to a friend
Worry, she replied about what—love, money, health?
All of them, I wrote back. It’s autumn, the air is clear
By Tiffany Higgins
I shall build a city upon a hill
and upon a hill and upon a hill and upon a hill
I am a little shepherd piping low