Skip to Content
By Kathy Engel
write about the killing of Troy Davis or
the years he claimed innocence so many times
the words fell from his mouth like drops of honey.
By Carlos Andrés Gómez
This poem is in video format.
By Naomi Shihab Nye
Such a swift lump rises in the throat when
a uniformed woman spits Throw it away!
and you tremble to comply wondering why
By Nahshon Cook
Then he explained
how the Buddha
to reflect on the body
By Deema K. Shehabi
I could tell you that listening is made for the ashen sky,
and instead of the muezzin's voice, which lingers
like weeping at dawn,
By Lisa Suhair Majaj
If they ask you what you are,
say Arab. If they flinch, don't react,
just remember your great-aunt's eyes.
By Vanessa Huang
May you rest
By Don Share
Greetings to the red-eyed clouds
from this, the house that sits
on the mound and faces the corner
By Derrick Weston Brown
I try to follow his eyes
see where his stare lands.
The Duke watches from an elevated
By Ailish Hopper
Each time, Kenny says
I look at you, I see