In a Summer of Snipers
By Joseph RossIn a summer of snipers
some men raised their hands
with fingers pressed
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Joseph RossIn a summer of snipers
some men raised their hands
with fingers pressed
By Marilyn NelsonSomebody took a picture of a class
standing in line to get polio shots,
and published it in the Weekly Reader.
By Venus ThrashI am wearing a white tux with tails,
or a baby blue one with a ruffly shirt,
or decked out in classic black, or coolly
By Kathy Engelwrite 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 Alice WalkerIt moves my heart to see your awakened faces;
the look of "aha!"
shining, finally,
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 Nahshon CookThen he explained
how the Buddha
instructed us
to reflect on the body
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 Susan BrennanWe stand at the Capitol
seized in snapshots
of curious tourists