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Linda Hogan

Song for the Turtles in the Gulf

By Linda Hogan We had been together so very long,
you willing to swim with me
just last month, myself merely small
Danez Smith

not an elegy for Mike Brown

By Danez Smith I am sick of writing this poem

but bring the boy. his new name

his same old body. ordinary, black

dead thing. bring him & we will mourn
Ruth Irupé Sanabria

Hija

By Ruth Irupé Sanabria I am the daughter of doves
That disappeared into dust
Hear my pulse whisper:

The Recaller. The Reckoner. The Effacer of Sins. The Witness.

By Christi Kramer Knowing the tribal leader loved people who fear God and received
priests graciously
whatever time they called,
the president had bombs sewn into the clothes of two priests.

Bulletproof

By Sue D. Burton Today it’s Hopkins and his obscure spiritual contraptions –
everything I read is heart-corseted, like a concealable vest,
police surplus good as new. Some fanatic is packing a gun.

Three Patients, One Morning

By Genie Abrams C’mon c’mon c’mon. Let’s do this thing! “Two or three minutes,” my ass. It’s been five minutes already! Where are they? How long
are you supposed to hang out in this frickin’ waiting room?

My Sister

By Devreaux Baker Last night my sister came to my table

Trailing stories from the other world

Trailing remnants of all our mother’s people

She spoke words that fell from her mouth
Rayna Momen

Temple

By Rayna Momen Unprotected sex is a woman in America.

Unprotected sex is a woman in the world.

My body is my temple and will always be

it is not some place where you go to pray

Book of Names

By Seth Michelson Where do we keep them, George
Tiller, Barnett Slepian, David
Gunn, these beloveds
Demetrice Anntía Worley

Femicide/Fimicidio ~ The Murdered and Disappeared Women of Ciudad Juarez, Mexico

By Demetrice Anntía Worley On this eve of the dead, I cry out loud,
“por favor Virgen de Guadalupe, don’t
forsake me,” before I open the door,
before I see la policía flat
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