For the Fifty (Who Formed PEACE With Their Bodies)
By Philip MetresIn the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Philip MetresIn the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
By Joseph RossIf you leave your shoes
on the front porch
when you run
By Cornelius EadyA warning one white friend hisses
To the one standing nearest to me
At an Upper West Side newsstand.
By Martín EspadaIn the republic of poetry,
a train full of poets
rolls south in the rain
By Francisco AragónDespite the absent head (whose eyes
were the green of apples)
By A.B. Spellmanflorene barco moved
to philadelphia &
on a visit home
By Fady JoudahWhen the shooting began
Everyone ran to the trucks
Grabbed whatever their backs needed
And made for the trucks
By David KeplingerLincoln, leaving Springfield, 1861,
Boards a train with a salute: but it is weak.
To correct it, he slides his hand away