Poetic Medicine

By Susan Elizabeth Howe (A fortune cookie) Ominous inscrutable Chinese news to get just before Christmas, considering my reasonable hea...

By Royce Mann Dear women, I am sorry. Dear black people, I am sorry. Dear Asian Americans, dear Native Americans, dear immigrants who c...

By Audre Lorde The difference between poetry and rhetoric is being ready to kill yourself instead of your children. I am trapped on a...

By Carl Sandburg Here is a revolver. It has an amazing language all its own. It delivers unmistakable ultimatums. It is the last word. ...

By Ellie Wiesel  Never shall I forget that night, the first night in camp, that turned my life into one long night seven times sealed. Nev...

By Orhan Veli Kanik I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed: The cool covered bazaar, Mahmutpasha, the courtyards Filled with warbling pig...

By Yosimar Reyes For colored boys I will crucify myself like Christ let my blood purify and sanctify these words create a doctrine and ...

By Cherríe Moraga Flesh is full of holes. It is made to breathe secrete receive. It is nothing against bombs and bullets. It...

By Yehuda Amichai Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a woman that has left you....

By Maya Angelou We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy tem...

By Ryk McIntyre May God forgive what you’ve done to Jesus. You’ve taken the hand he taught you to reach out with, turned it into a fist,...

By Charles Bukowski listen, he said, you ever seen a bunch of crabs in a   bucket?   no, I told him. well, what happens is that now an...

By Cheryl J. Fish Never mended my blind spot—thought the volcano swerved >A graphic novel monster, stationary molten rock At Windy Ri...

By Naina Kataria When a man tells me I’m beautiful I don’t believe him. Instead, I relive my days in high school >When no matter ho...

By Susan Wolf there’s no place to run except back to sleep where they can’t look at my papers, search and confiscate the simple parts of...

By Miller Williams Where the Woodrow Wilson School was once squat blocks of pastel siding slap back at the sun. Why should it be ther...

By Rachel Barenblat Breakfast on kosher macaroons and Diet Pepsi in the car on the way to Price Chopper for lamb. Peel five pounds of oni...

By Prince I guess I should of known By the way you parked your car sideways That it wouldn't last See you're the kinda person T...

By Sherman Alexie Here's the thing, Here's my end-of-life plan (And I know I risk the condemnation Of the Kobe-ists who love th...

By Benjamin Giroux I am odd, I am new I wonder if you are too I hear voices voices in the air I see you don't, and that's not f...