Notes on a Mass Stranding
By Kamilah Aisha MoonHuge dashes in the sand, two or three
times a year they swim like words
in a sentence toward the period
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I Will Not
By Kathy Engelwrite about the killing of Troy Davis or
the years he claimed innocence so many times
the words fell from his mouth like drops of honey.
At the Demonstration
By Penelope Scambly SchottBack when I used to march
in the noon of the green world,
I sang like a crow.
Poets Against the War
By Susan BrennanWe stand at the Capitol
seized in snapshots
of curious tourists
The Furious Dance
By Holly BassWhat is a furious dance?
It is not polite.
Does not shuck and jive or shuffle along.
For the Fifty (Who Formed PEACE With Their Bodies)
By Philip MetresIn the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
America, I Sing Back
By Allison Adelle Hedge CokeAmerica, 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
Wave
By David KeplingerLincoln, leaving Springfield, 1861,
Boards a train with a salute: but it is weak.
To correct it, he slides his hand away