Found Poem - New Hampshire Avenue and Piney Branch
By Sami MirandaPlease
(this is what my mama taught me to say
before I ask for anything)
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Sami MirandaPlease
(this is what my mama taught me to say
before I ask for anything)
By Kenji LiuSharp tenure of boots in this callow country
grown from open skulls. A raw harvest of bullet casings
arranged in a perfect ring around you,
By Patricia MonaghanThey were always taught that all guns were loaded.
It was a way, he said, to keep them safe.
Don't you notice, he said, how people get shot
By Pam UschukIf we shoot past one another
like asteroids on a collision course with Mars,
our tongues acidic with accusations
By Dan VeraThis is what is feared:
that flags do not nourish the blood,
that history is not glorious or truthful.
By Jacob RakovanThe bones cast in the field like seed corn grow nothing,
grow briars in the boarded gas stations
brown stalks ready for the fire.
By Melissa TuckeyA roadside bomb is planted in every chest
I was a pea sized fist in the dirt of a man
who had half your brains
By Jericho BrownThey said to say goodnight
And not goodbye, unplugged
The TV when it rained. They hid
By Remica L. BinghamThe weight of my parents,
the dawn of them;
my grandmother's lackluster