Surreal Expulsion

By D.R. James —for Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School Fourteen chairs loiter, emptied, no young bodies adjusting for the next lesson, hand-raising, class-clown antic, contemplative talk, pat show of teen contempt, rhythm beaten with pencil, palm, bouncing knee, jouncing heal, wise-crack, step in the impossible problem never to be solved. Instead, more of the same … More Surreal Expulsion

After the Police Shooting of Another Unarmed African-American Man

By Tara Ballard March 18, 2018 And so we begin the difficult work of re-membering the body: sewing together ribs broken by multiple bullets, mapping the path love once walked across the brown, bare chest About the Author Tara Ballard is from Alaska. Her first collection, House of the Night Watch, is the winner of the … More After the Police Shooting of Another Unarmed African-American Man

Lines Composed at the New Castle County Courthouse, February, 2013

By Jennifer Sutherland Equity will not suffer a wrong without a remedy. Two days later, when the lobby tile had traded crimson for cardboard and chalk, I respectfully submitted a request to return and retrieve my papers. As the scene had been processed my plea was granted. The policeman yawned and stepped over the yellow … More Lines Composed at the New Castle County Courthouse, February, 2013

FUGUE FOR THE SANDY HOOK DEAD 

By Clif Mason In the cemetery of night, +++++++++++++++++++++++++++the weeping spreads ++++++++++++++++briars ++and brambles. What does an assault weapon bullet +++++++++++++++++++++++++++do to a child’s body? ++++++++++++++++What must we give up to count ++++++++++the entry wounds? ++++Earth holds their bodies. She will treat them ++++++++++++++++with the kindness ++++++++++++++++++++++++she offers all of the dead, ++++the kindness that … More FUGUE FOR THE SANDY HOOK DEAD 

Stolen Sonnet

By David Baker golden shovel after Gwendolyn Brooks   Burn this bitch down he ++++++++++++++++++said to us because hands up one said don’t ++++++++++++++++++shootmore said but the— all of us walking ++++++++++++++++++strong poor not-poor— she said black loud we’re ++++++++++++++++++not detainable were— our loud sanity ++++++++++++++++++freezing sweaty— riot is the language ++++++++++++++++++of the unheard and— … More Stolen Sonnet