Poetic Medicine

 By Aharon Shabtai The horror the dreadful disaster disgrace fractions of folly dumb religion obscurity of eyes violent despair won't re...

By Brian Bilston England is a cup of tea. France, a wheel of ripened brie. Greece, a short squat olive tree. America is a gun. Brazil...

By  Ben Aragbaye American history is mandatory But black history is optional Black literature a prop for show Look at how they've a...

By Yehuda Amichai The diameter of the bomb was thirty centimeters and the diameter of its effective range about seven meters, with four ...

By Naomi Shihab Nye I couldn't make my annual flag cake, the one with strawberries for stripes and blueberries for states and white mo...

For independent booksellers & librarians, especially Nichelle Hayes By Haki Madhubuti  Frequently during my mornings of pain & refle...

By Naomi Shihab Nye    Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle l...

By Tony Hoagland And when I heard about the divorce of my friends, I couldn't help but be proud of them, that man and that woman se...

By Jameson Fitzpatrick Last night, I went to a gay bar with a man I love a little. After dinner, we had a drink. We sat in the far-back...

By Gerald Stern When I got there the dead opossum looked like an enormous baby sleeping on the road. It took me only a few seconds—just ...

By Kit Yan all right so gender should be as simple as gay or straight cuz if you are attracted to the opposite gender you’re straight i...

By Danez Smith 1.   smoke above the burning bush 2.   archnemesis of summer night 3.   first son of soil 4.   coal awaiting spar...

By Gerry Fabian We are not pandemic appropriate. A small bar restaurant no one can enter; we are like a polluted river. We wisely make the...

By Joshua Jennifer Espinoza From this moment forward, the moon is trans. You don’t get to write about the moon anymore unless you respec...

BY   ADA LIMÓN I’m not yet comfortable with the word, its short clean woosh that sounds like life. At dinner last night my single girls said...

By Gregg Shapiro   My husband recently confessed that when he gets into bed   every night, pulls the top-sheet and comforter over his legs  ...

By Gary Beck   The streets are crowded on the way to the doctor’s office, making me even more nervous, since no one is distancing. The nurse...

By Langston Hughes Looky here, America What you done done - Let things drift Until the riots come. Now your policemen Let your mobs ...

By Sharon Lopez Mooney  I’ve never seen a dead pelican on my dock where they fish,  does a relative or others fly in formation bringing the ...

Glamour in the Age of the Pandemic    My short hair grows  longer, and longer still. The ends remember they have cowlicks, curling, some up,...