Halim, waiting
By Kathleen O'TooleHe arrived first as a student of geology
in the bicentennial year.
He witnessed
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Kathleen O'TooleHe arrived first as a student of geology
in the bicentennial year.
He witnessed
By Judith ArcanaYou read the tiny cardboard book before
you scratch the strip under Augie's New Pizza
on the back of MIA:We still don't know
By Penelope Scambly SchottBack when I used to march
in the noon of the green world,
I sang like a crow.
By Claire ZoghbHe’s put the war out of his mind. Shelling and murdered relatives behind him.
By Elliott batTzedekAcross a small suburban lawn
a very large man is riding
a very large tractor mower
By Marie-Elizabeth MaliPulling out of Union Square station, the subway
sounds the first three notes of There's a place for us,
somewhere a place for us. A woman sits on me, shoves
By Kim RobertsWheels, whisks, wishbones,
silhouette of a tiny pine.
Birds in flight and fiddlehead ferns.
By Yvette Neisser MorenoSo this is how they decided to take him—
at the end of his life,
his frame shrunken, his wild rambling days over
By Patricia MonaghanAfter the nightly news and four martinis
he quietly begins to draw the inner workings
of the bomb, knowing the explosion needed
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