At the Demonstration
By Penelope Scambly SchottBack when I used to march
in the noon of the green world,
I sang like a crow.
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From a Conversation-Hour Discussion About Intolerance with Adult English Students
By Nahshon CookThen he explained
how the Buddha
instructed us
to reflect on the body
Migrant Earth
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,
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
American Syntax
By Ching-In ChenThe teacher straightbacked,
faced me off, her eyes.
My face in the cleave of
her shoulder, my bones
Rain Dance
By Rashida James-Saadiyawe scatter
dodge words that rip into flesh
hide from clenched fist
Always Here
By Rich Villarlacking a proper entrance
into a poem
about Arizona Senate Bill 1070
Blast
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
IUDs
By Kim RobertsWheels, whisks, wishbones,
silhouette of a tiny pine.
Birds in flight and fiddlehead ferns.