Let Daylight Come (Little Rock, circa 2008)
By Antoinette BrimLet the moon untangle itself
from the clothesline, as coming daylight
diminishes its lamp to memory.
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Antoinette BrimLet the moon untangle itself
from the clothesline, as coming daylight
diminishes its lamp to memory.
By Naomi Shihab NyeSuch a swift lump rises in the throat when
a uniformed woman spits Throw it away!
and you tremble to comply wondering why
By Jose PaduaAll the out of business auto body shops
on this slow highway, all the abandoned
buildings with peeling paint, the vacant
By Kim RobertsO augury seeker,
know and be aware...
In the book of divination,
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 Nahshon CookThen he explained
how the Buddha
instructed us
to reflect on the body
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,