Yes, And

By Amorak Huey    If I say everything is a gun you have to say yes, and the gun is always going off. If I say someone could get hurt, you have to say yes, and that’s what it means to be alive. I say, does it have to be like that? You say yes, and … More Yes, And

“Bullets into Bells” Event at Boston Public Library

Bullets into Bells Event at Boston Public Library Co-editors Brian Clements, Alexandra Teague and Dean Rader reflect on gun violence in America through poetry and the voice of victims of gun violence before an audience at the Boston Public Library. They are joined by poets Martín Espada, Jill McDonough, and Rebecca Morgan Frank, and Aimee Tavares, (National Organizing Director … More “Bullets into Bells” Event at Boston Public Library

Solace

By Dick Allen On December 27, 2017, the poet Dick Allen passed away. He had a long and productive writing career, publishing several collections including, most recently, This Shadowy Place, which won the 2013 New Criterion Poetry Prize, as well as Present Vanishing: Poems (2008). Former poet laureate of the state of Connecticut, Allen retired … More Solace

Again

By Roshie Xing i. Innocence The first time it happened, I was ten. Almost ten and a quarter, I liked to protest. Numbers are such a big deal when you’re young. It was near the end of the day when they herded us into the auditorium, the sound of children chattering a fluid undercurrent of … More Again

Wonder Bread

By Angele Ellis   Denied toy guns by Mother, my brothers sculpted barrels & triggers from Wonder Bread, clown-spotted loaves of soft white slices promising to build strong bodies twelve ways. Outdoing the Commandments, which in those years of gray censorship wavering across a convex screen, we watched broken every day. I don’t just mean cops … More Wonder Bread

At this rate, all our disappearances

By Suzanne Edison Light and movement destroy the materiality of bodies—Futurist Manifesto Speed of atoms colliding, heating, like our arguments boil and steam, splitting us apart. The guns you insist on keeping, locked and stowed, the ammo separately hidden, incite my fears: speed of bullets, bodies as wave or particle. Would you or I…ever turn … More At this rate, all our disappearances