Ways to Count the Dead
By Persis M. KarimTake their limbs strewn about the streets—
multiply by a thousand and one.
Ask everyone in Baghdad who has lost
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Persis M. KarimTake their limbs strewn about the streets—
multiply by a thousand and one.
Ask everyone in Baghdad who has lost
By Shailja Patelsing history
back onto itself, sing tearing
whole again, sing altered
By Danez Smithone is hard & the other tried to be
one is fast & the other was faster
one is loud & one is a song
By Tess TaylorThe ridge a half mile down from Monticello.
A pit cut deeper than the plow line.
Archaeologists plot the dig by scanning
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 Heather HolligerShe and I, our silences,
hesitations--at the grocery store,
in the taxi, on the street.
By Solmaz SharifYour knives tip down
in the dish rack
of the replica plantation home
By Cathy Linh CheI see my mother at thirteen
in a village so small,
it's never given a name.
By Deema K. ShehabiI 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 Zara HoushmandThe label says Afghan Comedian
and nothing more, no artist, no provenance,
just a monitor’s unlidded eye embedded