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By Kimberly Blaeser
Beginning with our continent, draw 1491:
each mountain, compass point Indigenous;
trace trade routes, languages, seasonal migrations—
don’t become attached.
By Kyle Dargan
This poem is guilty. It assumed it retained
the right to ask its question after the page
came up flush against its face.
By Trevino L. Brings Plenty
Arms, face, scrotum – dark brown.
The kind of brown to drive
monsters to exterminate
bison to starve
By Safia Elhillo
i sat by the lake & ate five tiny oranges & every strand
of flesh & pith was my teacher
i grew warm & soft in the sun & from this ripening
made a poem to search for my teacher
By Joseph Green
The last time I saw you alive
I wish I would’ve talked ugly to you.
Said, “Put the straw down. No,
I don’t want to take another line,
I should be writing them.
By Amanda Gorman
There’s a poem in this place—
in the footfalls in the halls
in the quiet beat of the seats.
It is here, at the curtain of day,
By Andrea Assaf
Andrea Assaf performs the poem "Light Me Up" at the 2017 Freedom Plow Award Gala Celebration.
By Martha Collins
Martha Collins performs the poem "On the Other Side" at the 2016 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Rigoberto González
Rigoberto González performs the poem "In the Village of Missing Sons" at the 2016 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
By Jan Beatty
Jan Beatty performs the poem "The Kindness" at the 2016 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.