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David-Matthew Barnes I remember the rhythm at night:
Your hips wanting mine,
to grind our street-smart
Najwan Darwish Fado, I’ll sleep like people do
when shells are falling
and the sky is torn like living flesh
I’ll dream, then, like people do
Don Share July kindles the redneck in me.
I blaze down Interstates
that are viaducts for my beery nerves
Nicholas Samaras What is that red throbbing over the sound of engines?
Why is a distant war still being talked about in the media?
I can't see my home or Iraq or the Middle East
outside this bowed rectangle of blue altitude.
Joy Harjo This city is made of stone, of blood, and fish.
There are Chugatch Mountains to the east
and whale and seal to the west.
Natalie Diaz In the Kashmir mountains,
my brother shot many men,
blew skulls from brown skins,
Tim Seibles There are days I believe there ain' nothing to fear
I perk up for green lights, my engine on call
But it could be the zombies are already near
Reginald Harris Get off here. This is a story you've
been told: these streets before the trash,
the rats, the crack-heads nodding to ghost
David Mura There are 150 first languages in our schools
and so many aliens even E.T. would go unnoticed,
though if your tongue moved one way in the land of your birth
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