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Joseph Ross

If You Leave Your Shoes

By Joseph Ross If you leave your shoes
on the front porch
when you run
Cornelius Eady


By Cornelius Eady A warning one white friend hisses
To the one standing nearest to me
At an Upper West Side newsstand.
Martín Espada

The Republic of Poetry

By Martín Espada In the republic of poetry,
a train full of poets
rolls south in the rain
Francisco Aragón


By Francisco Aragón Despite the absent head (whose eyes

were the green of apples)
A.B. Spellman

from Things I Don’t Miss From My Youth

By A.B. Spellman florene barco moved
to philadelphia &
on a visit home
Fady Joudah

Anonymous Song

By Fady Joudah When the shooting began
Everyone ran to the trucks
Grabbed whatever their backs needed
And made for the trucks
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