Waiting Outside The US Capital Where She Lies In State, Eve Of All Souls
By Yael Flusbergafter the first three hours
the temperature dropped to visible breath.
my fall coat no longer protected and my toes
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Yael Flusbergafter the first three hours
the temperature dropped to visible breath.
my fall coat no longer protected and my toes
By Tiffany HigginsI shall build a city upon a hill
and upon a hill and upon a hill and upon a hill
I am a little shepherd piping low
By Naomi AyalaAnd now, where the moon
rose behind here,
three stories loom—
By Jaime Lee JarvisWas it the rush of words in that language
we understood only when we cocked our heads,
speaking on the slant, slurring our way
By JoAnne GrowneyA stand of poplars is a self-assembling
solar-powered pump-and-treat
ground-water protection system.
By Mark DotyBetween the bridge and the river
he falls through
a huge portion of night
By Sonja de Vriesa scar starting below his
cheekbone ran down the length
of his face like a road map
By Holly BassWhat is a furious dance?
It is not polite.
Does not shuck and jive or shuffle along.
By Jeff GundyA good day for late wildflowers--daisies and burrs
leaned out into the path for a better view, brilliant
blue somethings with tiny blooms on tall stalks.