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Barbara Crooker

Rewind

By Barbara Crooker Oh, how we'd like to put this video in slow rewind,
go back to September 10th, refurl the chrysanthemum
of ash to a bud, pull the towers back up
Vanessa Huang

Dear End of Terror,

By Vanessa Huang May you rest
In peace
This night
Don Share

At Home

By Don Share Greetings to the red-eyed clouds
from this, the house that sits
on the mound and faces the corner
Tim Seibles

Vendetta, May 2006

By Tim Seibles As if leaving
it behind would
have me lost
Melissa Tuckey

University Kiss in a Time of War

By Melissa Tuckey Two slight young women--
the smaller one
reaches for hands
Susan Brennan

Poets Against the War

By Susan Brennan We stand at the Capitol
seized in snapshots
of curious tourists
Zara Houshmand

Humor Difficult to Translate

By Zara Houshmand The label says Afghan Comedian
and nothing more, no artist, no provenance,
just a monitor’s unlidded eye embedded
Robin Coste Lewis

Verga

By Robin Coste Lewis Before leaving her they put stones in her vagina
The men will only be raped but the stones will be killed
The bush caught many men to go into the stones
Alicia Ostriker

Laundry

By Alicia Ostriker Just finished folding laundry. There's the news. A slender prisoner, ankles shackled, nude back and legs striped by a brown substance you might take for blood but which probably is feces, hair long, arms extended at shoulder level like a dancer or like Jesus, walks toward a soldier with rolled-up pants and a gun, posed legs akimbo in the tiled corridor. I cannot say from the image if the soldier is smiling, too few pixels to tell.
Scott Hightower

Rubber Dollie

By Scott Hightower Like a dancer covered in nothing
but white powder, then sponged
with coarse brown makeup;
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