Paper Doll - 2 Poems
By Becca Lavin
WE TESTIFIED
WE TESTIFIED
WE SIT in the bleachers and...
WAIT, NOT,
FORCED APOLOGIES
Through clenched teeth FROM...
OBFUSCATIONS’ OFFSPRING
WE WILL TESTIFY AGAIN
WAIT AGAIN and...
AGAIN
FOR...
JUSTICE & WHAT?
WE BELIEVED
WAS
‘THE AMERICAN WAY’
Three visual poems - Anxiety - if Thousands - Imagination
By J.I. Kleinberg
Click “read more” to see her visual poems.
Report from 2026
By Miriam Bassuk
We are living a hair’s breath away
from a daily brush with lunacy.
Humdrum plays her ordinary flute
as if gongs of war were not wreaking havoc.
Plumes of black smoke riddle the air.
Earth heaves cement ruin
in a country, far from our shore.
Understudy
By Kerry Cox
two-tone teeth, never sleep
in mouths that always dream of meat
Chewing hard
spitting out bones
Ballooning the moon
Till it fits in gods arms
Those famous limbs
That built Rome in a day
Pulled out a rib
and gave Adam
A new name to say
Bits And Pieces
By Lynn White
They waited patiently
standing in line
hunger made them quiet
un-childlike
too quiet for children
standing in line.
Invincible Faith
By Ali Ashhar
The holiest month witness
the unyielding era of human sanctity;
somewhere, down the alley
insatiable hunger confronts
the invincible faith
the razed hospitals give birth to
the spirits of eternity
An Emergency Room We Call a Nation
By Michael Roque
A year of in-betweens
in a vibrant life
now resembling an ER waiting room—
people-packed in varying states of anguish.
Those wheelchair-bound, abandoned in halls,
those bedridden, speaking in groans
and the many—
sitting, standing seemingly unfazed,
but to an extent all commonly feeling pain,
a need for a doctor we don’t see,
a need for the aches to be eased,
but malnourished on stretchers—
Our only medics.
American Free Speech: ‘Kill Everyone in China’
By Yuan Changming
During ABC’s Jimmy Kimmel Live! aired on 29 October 2013, a 6-year-old boy proposed to ‘kill everyone in China’; in reply to the wide protest against such verbal violence, the White House later declared: “the principle of protected free speech is an important part of who we are as a nation."
Apparently, it is not the tiny guy
But his big parents
Who would very much like
To kill everyone in China
No, it is not even his parents
But his teachers, the picture
Books he reads, the movies he watches
The computer games he plays, and
The media bombs he hears constantly
That encourages him to do so
The Flowers You Were
By Catherine Harnett
(written as a tribute to Epstein's survivors.)
You were a flower once, Lilac, Rose,
Honeysuckle; your petals were beautiful,
your intoxicating scents. You were meant
to bloom, hanging heavy on a bush, arranged
in a bouquet or vase, young flowers that
fade with dignity as flowers are meant to;
purple, peach, pink; enticing, turning a
fragile papery brown.
It’s Better To Speak Than Not To Speak
By Richard Wells
(After reading Robert Haas)
I know these poems
won’t stop disasters
brewing or about to burst
It’s easy to write a litany
names of dying beasts
rail against plastics
and forever chemicals
Pulse
By Shontay Luna
Racism pulses through America’s blood.
In quick, tense rivers that flow through
inner city alleys dipped with police batons.
America is an oblivious skank; not caring
about being a shinning beacon of hypocrisy.
While not wanting anyone to say how she
really is. Scoffing at the plaque on the
Statue of Liberty; pleading to shelter the
masses. She can ask for them all, but
My Soul is Tahrir Square
By Michael Roque
My soul is Cairo
in 2011—
It’s revolution!
At the Tahrir Square of my very being,
voices have risen
demanding change from the corruption
running rampant
through my many facets of self.
And The Trees Blossomed Anyway
By Lewton Thomas Jones
And the trees blossomed anyway
Despite the hairy men firing missiles without mercy
Despite Dow Jones hob nob binky slurp panacea-jihad
All the trees blossomed and bloomed anyway
Spring time snowy apparition did not wait for permission
A fantasy thrown back at the blood- soaked holy lands
Despite business as usual
Despite hospitals leveled
Despite theocratic maelstroms w/ their typhoon vendettas
The trees blossomed anyway in the shadows of Golgotha
If I Am to Believe
By Todd Matson
Love. It’s always only about love. They preach it. They
teach it. They are all about it. Love. Love God with all
your heart, mind, soul and strength. Love your neighbor
as yourself. Love others as Jesus first loved us. Love.
That’s all that God requires of us. Love, love, love. Love
every man, woman and child. Love everyone alive. Unless
they’re black or brown or red or yellow. Unless they weren’t
born here. Unless they’re gay or bi or trans or queer or such.
Not My America
By Shontay Luna
Someone, whom one wouldn’t normally suspect,
said online “This is not my America.” To which
all I can do is say, “Welcome.” Welcome to what
they’re receiving is just a small sample of what
people of color go through, in this america,
every single day.
If the Name Is Not Right
By Yuan Changming
Says Confucius, the speech
Will carry no might, or something
To this effect, but I do not care
Nor will I put up any fight
If you call me chink, chinaman
Oriental, ching chong, dog-eater
Bruce Lee, Jackie Chan
Morning’s Due
By Michaelangelo Davis aka MSAJID
So soon you left
Directly after you I ran
At first, I stood midst the
Morning’s dew
It seemed to embrace me.
I felt it’s chill for I had fallen.
I knew mourning was due.
Lockdown Alarm
By Mary Anna Kruch
(The Capitol Building ~ Lansing, MI ~ March 23, 2020)
The sky has gone indigo and
birds have long stilled their songs;
under the darkening sky, stars wink out.
Perhaps the birds and sky
are also laying low,
trying to expunge the memory
of that angry mob that stormed
the Capitol today, guns drawn,
protesting lockdown,
believing lies spread by a leader
who says the pandemic is fake news.