My tax dollars support the genocide by Seema Reza
“My tax dollars support genocide / And my grandmother declines, open eyed in her hospital bed” — Seema Reza
The Arrowhead by Mary Oliver
The Arrowhead Mary Oliver The arrowhead, which I found beside the river, was glittering and pointed. I picked it up, and said, “Now, it’s mine.” I thought of showing it to friends. I thought of putting it—such an imposing trinket— in a little box, on my desk. Halfway home, past
Blues by Elizabeth Alexander
"There is no sin but sloth. Burn / to a wick and keep moving." — Elizabeth Alexander
Washing the Elephant by Barbara Ras
“It takes more than half a century to figure out who they were, / the few real loves-of-your-life,” — Barbara Ras
