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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.
By Antoinette Brim
Let the moon untangle itself
from the clothesline, as coming daylight
diminishes its lamp to memory.
By Kathleen O'Toole
He arrived first as a student of geology
in the bicentennial year.
By Deema K. Shehabi
I could tell you that listening is made for the ashen sky,
and instead of the muezzin's voice, which lingers
like weeping at dawn,
By Don Share
Greetings to the red-eyed clouds
from this, the house that sits
on the mound and faces the corner
By Persis M. Karim
Their sons who speak of a cause
As if it were their two feet
beneath them. That they could hold an idea
By Rashida James-Saadiya
dodge words that rip into flesh
hide from clenched fist
By Rich Villar
lacking a proper entrance
into a poem
about Arizona Senate Bill 1070
By Reginald Dwayne Betts
Prison is the sinner’s bouquet, house of shredded & torn
Dear John letters, upended grave of names, moon
Black kiss of a pistol’s flat side, time blueborn
By Kim Roberts
Wheels, whisks, wishbones,
silhouette of a tiny pine.
Birds in flight and fiddlehead ferns.