Migrant Earth
By Deema K. ShehabiI could tell you that listening is made for the ashen sky,
and instead of the muezzin's voice, which lingers
like weeping at dawn,
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Deema K. ShehabiI 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 MajajIf they ask you what you are,
say Arab. If they flinch, don't react,
just remember your great-aunt's eyes.
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