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Lisa L. Moore

Cowgirl Filibuster

By Lisa L. Moore Word got out about the bad bill.
College students packed up their bikinis,
went back to Austin to tell those men why
Jericho Brown

‘N’em

By Jericho Brown They said to say goodnight
And not goodbye, unplugged
The TV when it rained. They hid
Kamilah Aisha Moon

Notes on a Mass Stranding

By Kamilah Aisha Moon Huge dashes in the sand, two or three
times a year they swim like words
in a sentence toward the period
Kathy Engel

I Will Not

By Kathy Engel write about the killing of Troy Davis or
the years he claimed innocence so many times
the words fell from his mouth like drops of honey.
Penelope Scambly Schott

At the Demonstration

By Penelope Scambly Schott Back when I used to march
in the noon of the green world,
I sang like a crow.
Susan Brennan

Poets Against the War

By Susan Brennan We stand at the Capitol
seized in snapshots
of curious tourists
Holly Bass

The Furious Dance

By Holly Bass What is a furious dance?
It is not polite.
Does not shuck and jive or shuffle along.
Philip Metres

For the Fifty (Who Formed PEACE With Their Bodies)

By Philip Metres In the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

America, I Sing Back

By Allison Adelle Hedge Coke America, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in.
Sing back the moment you cherished breath.
Sing you home into yourself and back to reaso
David Keplinger

Wave

By David Keplinger Lincoln, leaving Springfield, 1861,
Boards a train with a salute: but it is weak.
To correct it, he slides his hand away
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