Sunday Afternoon as Oil Pours into the Gulf
By Elliott batTzedekAcross a small suburban lawn
a very large man is riding
a very large tractor mower
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Elliott batTzedekAcross a small suburban lawn
a very large man is riding
a very large tractor mower
By Ching-In ChenThe teacher straightbacked,
faced me off, her eyes.
My face in the cleave of
her shoulder, my bones
By Rashida James-Saadiyawe scatter
dodge words that rip into flesh
hide from clenched fist
By Rich Villarlacking a proper entrance
into a poem
about Arizona Senate Bill 1070
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 Kazim AliI was whispered along the road at Ache
toward the sun-puddled gate
By Patricia MonaghanAfter the nightly news and four martinis
he quietly begins to draw the inner workings
of the bomb, knowing the explosion needed