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Persis M. Karim

Ways to Count the Dead

By Persis M. Karim Take their limbs strewn about the streets—
multiply by a thousand and one.

Ask everyone in Baghdad who has lost
Don Share

Pax Americana

By Don Share July kindles the redneck in me.
I blaze down Interstates
that are viaducts for my beery nerves

Ars Poetica

By Kevin Simmonds I can write a poem
to the limbs of a grandmother
seeded in a scorched field
where her house stood
Gretchen Primack

The Dogs and I Walked Our Woods,

By Gretchen Primack and there was a dog, precisely the colors of autumn,
asleep between two trunks by the trail.
But it was a coyote, paws pink
David Tomas Martinez

from Forgetting Willie James Jones

By David Tomas Martinez It's not water to wine to swallow harm,
though many of us have,
and changing the name
Brenda Cárdenas

Nexus

By Brenda Cárdenas This body always compost--
hair a plot of thin green stems
snowing a shroud of petals,
Adam Wiedewitsch

Here Were Buried

By Adam Wiedewitsch in blue earth, among willows, aisles
of box-elder, elms, in the silence between
on the sand-bar in front
Merna Hecht

Special Effects

By Merna Hecht This morning I am remembering you, how as honored guest
you talked with my students who had recently arrived in America
from refugee camps where borders are stacked with blood and bullets.
Persis M. Karim

Other Mothers

By Persis M. Karim Their sons who speak of a cause
As if it were their two feet
beneath them. That they could hold an idea
Yvette Neisser Moreno

So This Is How They Decided to Take Him

By Yvette Neisser Moreno So this is how they decided to take him—
at the end of his life,
his frame shrunken, his wild rambling days over
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