Poetry

A poem by Isaac Beekman -- Triumphant Return

Anger. Tears. and a fleeting desire for violence disrupt a dreamer's dream of race-less love in world without lynching. certain moments stoke outrage-fueled flames, exciting anger - our sense of self’s...

Fear is in your bread and you must choke it down. To think of home— the courtyard with its red filigreed rug, the peel-paint walls, how the breeze with its tang of...

A new poem by Naomi Thiers: "I think of the woman driving Cypress Street Viaduct in the ’89 quake who heard God hiss: go back.

Tent Sometimes in the morning, before opening my eyes, I dream of our tent, that tiny green dome. From behind its walls thin as skin, I hear birds, leaves, a brush of wind. I yearn...