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Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

America, I Sing Back

By Allison Adelle Hedge Coke America, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in.
Sing back the moment you cherished breath.
Sing you home into yourself and back to reaso
Fady Joudah

Anonymous Song

By Fady Joudah When the shooting began
Everyone ran to the trucks
Grabbed whatever their backs needed
And made for the trucks
Arthur Sze

Looking Back on the Muckleshoot Reservation from Galisteo Street, Santa Fe

By Arthur Sze The bow of a Muckleshoot canoe, blessed
with eagle feather and sprig of yellow cedar,
is launched into a bay.
Jan Beatty

Zen of Tipping

By Jan Beatty My friend Lou
used to walk up to strangers
and tip them - no, really -
Bruce Weigl

OH NATURE

By Bruce Weigl Today some things worked as they were meant to.
A big spring wind came up and blew down
from the verdant neighborhood trees,
Sinan Antoon

When I Was Torn by War

By Sinan Antoon I took a brush
Immersed in death
And drew a window
David Keplinger

Wave

By David Keplinger Lincoln, leaving Springfield, 1861,
Boards a train with a salute: but it is weak.
To correct it, he slides his hand away
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