Dear End of Terror,
By Vanessa HuangMay you rest
In peace
This night
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Derrick Weston BrownI try to follow his eyes
see where his stare lands.
The Duke watches from an elevated
perch. Now.
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 Rich Villarlacking a proper entrance
into a poem
about Arizona Senate Bill 1070
By Sami Mirandawe is not the singular
dotted i, black figure against
a white background.
By Frank X WalkerWhen the universe reached out for your daughter's
daughter and she reached out for you, your hands
were too full of furniture to hold her
By Yael Flusbergafter the first three hours
the temperature dropped to visible breath.
my fall coat no longer protected and my toes
By Alison Roh ParkIf it were not so scarred from your accidental
rages—uptown, upstate—I would have rested
on the cinder block of your chest.