Verga
By Robin Coste LewisBefore leaving her they put stones in her vagina
The men will only be raped but the stones will be killed
The bush caught many men to go into the stones
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Robin Coste LewisBefore leaving her they put stones in her vagina
The men will only be raped but the stones will be killed
The bush caught many men to go into the stones
By Alicia OstrikerJust finished folding laundry. There's the news. A slender prisoner, ankles shackled, nude back and legs striped by a brown substance you might take for blood but which probably is feces, hair long, arms extended at shoulder level like a dancer or like Jesus, walks toward a soldier with rolled-up pants and a gun, posed legs akimbo in the tiled corridor. I cannot say from the image if the soldier is smiling, too few pixels to tell.
By Bonnie NaradzayLunch today for the inmates means white bread
and a slice of baloney. Dinner is more of the same.
The limit now - two meals a day to stay in budget.
By Scott HightowerLike a dancer covered in nothing
but white powder, then sponged
with coarse brown makeup;
By Rashida James-Saadiyawe scatter
dodge words that rip into flesh
hide from clenched fist
By Yvette Neisser MorenoSo this is how they decided to take him—
at the end of his life,
his frame shrunken, his wild rambling days over
By Judith RocheThey are only boys, though murderers and rapists.
Bad skin is an issue. Candy bars a treat.
Some are fathers. Few have fathers.
By Tiffany HigginsI shall build a city upon a hill
and upon a hill and upon a hill and upon a hill
I am a little shepherd piping low
By Mark DotyBetween the bridge and the river
he falls through
a huge portion of night
By Sonja de Vriesa scar starting below his
cheekbone ran down the length
of his face like a road map