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By Richard McCann
What I could not accept was how much space
his body was taking with it: for instance, the space where
I was standing, the dazed fluorescence of his hospital room
By Lenelle Moïse
the children of haiti
are not mythological
we are starving
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
By Fady Joudah
When the shooting began
Everyone ran to the trucks
Grabbed whatever their backs needed
And made for the trucks
By Arthur Sze
The bow of a Muckleshoot canoe, blessed
with eagle feather and sprig of yellow cedar,
is launched into a bay.
By Jan Beatty
My friend Lou
used to walk up to strangers
and tip them - no, really -
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,
By Sinan Antoon
I took a brush
Immersed in death
And drew a window
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