Poetic Medicine

By Steven Vogel explosions at one AM reach for Normandy, for Gettysburg. their dark salute and its ten echoes do not descend to th...

by Ada Limón When you come, bring your brown- ness so we can be sure to please the funders. Will you check this box; we’re applyi...

By Shannon Leigh She stands Hands shaking Lips moving in prayer to a god they tell her is not listening Outside it is cold and the fac...

By Marge Piercy  We force children to go to school Schools are shooting galleries We force children to experience death. Don't g...

By Melissa Kelly I’m not that little girl So vulnerable and small With thick glasses and braids I’m not that innocent child That...

By Hannah Senesh Eli, Eli, she loh yigamer leolam Hachol vehayam, Rishroosh shel hamayim Berack hashamayim T'filat ha'adam M...

By Kendel Hippolyte "What is poetry which does not save nations or people?” – Czselaw Milosz Ask the question. Not once but forty-...

It’s hard to remember who I’m talking to      and why. The palace burns, the palace is fire      and my throne is comfy and square. Re...

By Bracha Meschaninov House cleaned more or less kitchen surfaces covered more or less food ready more or less an experience of rede...

By Timothy Liu The Lindt Easter bunny you said was "solid"  chocolate  turned out to be hollow—its head caved in when I pe...

By Kate Rushin First, Secure your own oxygen. Breathe normally, Then teach the children. Be not deceived. Be not of two minds. We ar...

By Sei Shonagon A woman who has taken off her false locks to comb the short hair that remains. A large tree that has been blown down in a ...

By  Roxanne Cardona 1. I admired his penmanship, the red snap on tie. His shirt, the very white of it, the beating heart of his e...

By Thomas Lux It must be coming, mustn't it? Churches and saloons are filled with decent humans. A mother wants to feed her daughte...

By Linda Gregg It was a picture I had after the war. A bombed English church. I was too young to know the word English or war, but I ...

By W. S. Merwin My friend says I was not a good son you understand I say yes I understand he says I did not go to see my parents very...

By Lucille Clifton won't you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in  babylon both n...

By Hardarshan Singh Valia The snow flake falling on a bench of a bus stop refused to cover the space that was left empty by ...

By Laurinda Lind It’s the opposite of what John Lennon said he saw through the installation spyglass in the leading version of how ...

By Chad Goller-Sojourner On Any Given Sunday  A parishioner has just been sexually assaulted; Someone is wrestling with another unplann...