By: Amy Lerman The air so electric, dancing to snow, blurring space, rosed bushes, property lines, our own desert view a faded tableau....

By: Leila Farjami A wing, whiter than March clouds, a sighted star like a new and bright eye that has fallen to earth, landing beside...

By: Jeffrey Dreiblatt After September 11, I started a scrap book, pasting in profiles of people who died, known and unknown to me;...

By: Seth Simons Poem for Friends I like when it is one hundred degrees nothing bad has ever happened I am a goldfish all I remember...

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By: John Beck The Fisherman The nuns did everything they could to erase me, make me more like the white boys. When I pull my nets, the...

By: Dick Altman I Learn My Ute Name’s Wah-Ah You a runner? my Ute guide asks. Does it show? I reply, the first words between us. We’re...

By: Olga Gonzalez Latapi when thorns gather and smother and kill e- ven if i can- not breathe in this world sometime it is a curse to...

By: Joseph Byrd Expedition It isn’t clear which Solo cup of ouzo turned the river dark as we talked till twilight. In that fallen apse on...

By: Mistee St. Clair Let's Say There Are People Left And my bones are found by survivors of this pained land who have humps like camels...

By: Carina Stopenski white trash wife of a white trash man in the radioactive town that i called home, appalachian enough for struggling...