Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Kazim Ali I was whispered along the road at Ache toward the sun-puddled gate
I was whispered along the road at Ache toward the sun-puddled gate
By Jose Padua I give to you a portrait of America in trash. I give it to you with love and respect, America: mountains of beer cans crumpled, plastic figures
I give to you a portrait of America in trash. I give it to you with love and respect, America: mountains of beer cans crumpled, plastic figures
By Alison Roh Park If it were not so scarred from your accidental rages—uptown, upstate—I would have rested on the cinder block of your chest.
If it were not so scarred from your accidental rages—uptown, upstate—I would have rested on the cinder block of your chest.