The Burn
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
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
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 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 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,
By Susan BrennanWe stand at the Capitol
seized in snapshots
of curious tourists
By Rashida James-Saadiyawe scatter
dodge words that rip into flesh
hide from clenched fist