Poetic Medicine

By Virginia Satir  In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me  Everything that comes out of me is authentically me Because I al...

By Jay Sizemore  The purpose of dissent is to speak for tomorrow, to fight for what’s true, convincing others to follow you to a futur...

By George Stevenson Masked, I walk South from my sanctuary, steps on leaden cement, gray mantle overhead quieting my spirit, one foot in fro...

By Sara Borjas  We were walking down 1st St—a street I’ve only been down twice this being the second time I’ve felt seen by a woman I wanted...

By Peter Kahn Robert’s not coming in , my boss tells me. I’m sitting sweating in a windowless office, a stack of résumés eye-balling me, ...

By Robinson Jeffers The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of suburban houses- How beautiful whe...

By Mary Mulvill I want to write about starting over. About how the outgoing tide recedes, almost imperceptible at first, but st...

By Kitty O’Meara And the people stayed home. And they listened, and read books, and rested, and exercised, and made art, and played gam...

By Jericho Brown  Dubbed undetectable, I can’t kill The people you touch, and I can’t Blur your view Of the pansies you’ve planted Out...

By Jessica Salfia In these uncertain times as we navigate the new normal Are you willing to share your ideas and solutions? As you know...

By Adam Clay Today I wonder who moved the high steeples of my childhood, knowing there's a twist at the end of the answer because...

By Yayoi Kusama Though it glistens just out of reach, I continue to pray for hope to shine through Its glimmer lighting our way This l...

By  Yuan Changming  怒 :  anger  influxes when slavery                                                                         Rises ...

By Peg Duthie  Fingers numb from lack of insulin and lack of heat he sighs at the tremors almost thwarting his placing ...

By Charles Bernstein Home team suffers string of losses.—Time to change loyalties. Quadruple bypass.—Hold the bacon on that next chee...

By Tim Dlugos when I no longer feel it breathing down my neck it's just around the corner (hi neighbor)

By Natalie Diaz Angels don’t come to the reservation. Bats, maybe, or owls, boxy mottled things. Coyotes, too. They all mean the sa...

By Zoe Leonard I want a dyke for president. I want a person with aids for president and I want a fag for vice president and I want someone...

By Maya Angelou A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the ora...

By Marge Piercy Among my husbands and lovers I had never before lived with a sports fan. Hockey he does not follow, but base- ball, ba...