Suitcase by Anne Dykers
In the end, you have no suitcase.
The ticket is one-way only, very expensive, caro, precious.
You arrive on the side of a hill which has dared to assert...
Dark Energy by Susan Mockler
Ed. Note: Another in our series of poems from poets who participated in Arlington Writers Resist on January 15, 2017
—for the parents of the children at Sandy...
Three Poems by Danielle Badra
All the silenced, all the neglected, all the invisible
This is not utopia. This is a borderland. This is south of the borderland.
This is not the apocalypse; this...
Lament for Bob Dylan by Anne Becker
. . . as if he were holding the sea in his black hands, as if, after giving him all that power, she now could give him pity and consolation . . .
Kitchen Fire by Kate Horowitz
In the photo of the kitchen fire,
We are dressed for Christmas:
Me in a flammable hand-me-down jacket,
Her in her costume jewelry
And her Edward Scissorhands t-shirt.
The scene is blurred...
