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Wo Chan

my mother watches her mother’s funeral footage again

By Wo Chan She closed the doors
and then the blinds
and then her face, midday.
Purvi Shah

Shooting for the Sky

By Purvi Shah Under sky massaged by sun, from a comfortable chair, I watch
the rain stroke a myrtle tree. Naked
rain, my father says. Naked,
Keno Evol

on meeting a brother for the first time

By Keno Evol the night i was to meet my brother for the first time in 23 years he ain’t show / absence is not what comes up from that memory / more it was the dusk in September / how fog can hide a growl
Richard Blanco

Declaration of Inter-Dependence

By Richard Blanco Such has been the patient sufferance...
We're a mother's bread, instant potatoes, milk at checkout line; her three children pleading for bubble gum and their father. We're the three minutes she steals to page a tabloid, needing to believe even stars' lives are as joyful and bruised.
Kathy Engel

Ode To What We Make

By Kathy Engel Praise the words and what
defies words, the mamas and
fathers, all the beloveds
Martha Collins

On the Other Side

By Martha Collins Martha Collins performs the poem "On the Other Side" at the 2016 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
Rigoberto González

In the Village of Missing Sons

By Rigoberto González
Reginald Dwayne Betts

When I Think of Tamir Rice While Driving

By Reginald Dwayne Betts
Craig Santos Perez

Spam’s Carbon Footprint

By Craig Santos Perez
Dominique Christina

Mothers of Murdered Sons

By Dominique Christina This poem is in video format.
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