Never Again (Rwanda Poem)
By Carlos Andrés GómezThis poem is in video format.
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Kathleen HellenI sit in the front row of
bleachers -- cheap seats for greater grief.
My son
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 Melissa TuckeyTwo slight young women--
the smaller one
reaches for hands
By Ailish HopperEach time, Kenny says
With Love,
I look at you, I see
By Ching-In ChenThe teacher straightbacked,
faced me off, her eyes.
My face in the cleave of
her shoulder, my bones
By Persis M. KarimTheir sons who speak of a cause
As if it were their two feet
beneath them. That they could hold an idea
By Rashida James-Saadiyawe scatter
dodge words that rip into flesh
hide from clenched fist