azul / lejos
By Pablo Miguel Martinezthe math of dance
the math of breath
counting 4 / 4
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Pablo Miguel Martinezthe math of dance
the math of breath
counting 4 / 4
By celeste doaksAaron and Anita, the first real twins I ever personally knew,
drum majored our ragged band in high school called--
the Marching LaSalle Lions. Anita was the outgoing,
By Kathi WolfeI'm in my seat,
averting my eyes,
those funhouse mirrors,
By Jonathan B. Tuckerpardon our appearance
as we grow to better serve you
says the sign on the fence
By Sheila BlackThe brace was metal, and it fastened around the ankles.
Outside in the street there was the beggar with elephantiasis; there was
the leper, the neighbor with eyes milky blind,
By Judith ArcanaYou read the tiny cardboard book before
you scratch the strip under Augie's New Pizza
on the back of MIA:We still don't know
By Ching-In ChenThe teacher straightbacked,
faced me off, her eyes.
My face in the cleave of
her shoulder, my bones
By Jeff GundyA good day for late wildflowers--daisies and burrs
leaned out into the path for a better view, brilliant
blue somethings with tiny blooms on tall stalks.
By Remica L. BinghamI enter to find all the students in uniform
occupying a small room.