By Rajiv MohabirI invite you back
dear wildness dear
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Rio CortezJust as close to living as you are to disappearing knowing
my limits you locate the tender spots without.
By Siaara FreemanWhen I say ancestors, let’s be clear:
I mean slaves. I’m talkin’ Tennessee
cotton & Louisiana suga. I mean grave dirt.
By Liza SparksWhen a ponderosa pine
is over one hundred—
it sheds a layer of bark.
By Juan J. MoralesLike two hands pressed
together, they are twice as large
on the island. One feeds
By Kimberly BlaeserScientists say my brain and heart
are 73 percent water—
they underestimate me.
By Naomi Ortizbase booms opposite my scooter
I am obstruction
By Nathan SpoonYou are living inside the cup of another life. Water
is running slowly. Somewhere a hand is overflowing
with the abundance and celebration denizens dream of.
By Darrel Alejandro HolnesOnly beasts are supposed to hibernate.
But this brother has been lying there
for years. Truth isn’t a news headline.