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Joel Dias-Porter

Trayvon

By Joel Dias-Porter is a story of steam,
rising like
a swarm of hornets,
Rachel McKibbens

Across the Street from the Whitmore Home for Girls, 1949

By Rachel McKibbens The Mad Girls climb the wet hill,
breathe the sharp air through sick-green lungs.
The Wildest One wanders off like an old cow
Minnie Bruce Pratt

The Street of Broken Dreams

By Minnie Bruce Pratt The dog lunged at me and choked on its chain
guarding a house on the street of broken dreams.
What does it take to be safe? A sun-porch window
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.
Antoinette Brim

Let Daylight Come (Little Rock, circa 2008)

By Antoinette Brim Let the moon untangle itself
from the clothesline, as coming daylight
diminishes its lamp to memory.
Nahshon Cook

From a Conversation-Hour Discussion About Intolerance with Adult English Students

By Nahshon Cook Then he explained
how the Buddha
instructed us
to reflect on the body
Andrea Carter Brown

After the Disaster: Fragments

By Andrea Carter Brown We are not starving.
We are wearing
shoes on our feet.
M.J. Iuppa

Groundwork

By M.J. Iuppa The fence that wasn't a barrier, that didn't hold
anything back or up, but was the grid over the scene of
smoke rising, smoldering from September
Kim Jensen

And Even George W. is out of a Job

By Kim Jensen You know the economy's bad
when people are lined up around the block
to apply for the job
of the wicked witch.
Alan King

Uprising

By Alan King The president of pride's been overthrown
by a coup.
The president of humility shakes his head.
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