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 Belly of the Wolf by Emma Miao
“How many girls / in the bellies of machines / that pretend to love them.” — Emma Miao
It No Longer Matters If Anyone Loves Us by Samer Abu Hawwash
“Hate-filled words have liberated us from our hearts, / in which we used to cherish the enchantments of love.” — Samer Abu Hawwash
Weather by Hettie Jones
“a hard rain like “little nails,” or / that deluge “plunging radiant”” — Hettie Jones
The War Works Hard by Dunya Mikhail
“Some are lifeless and glistening / others are pale and still throbbing
What I Will by Suheir Hammad
“Everyone can be / wrong. Life is a right not / collateral or casual.” — Suheir Hammad
Children, Listen by Roger Reeves
“You must be the grass / You must grow wildly over the graves” — Roger Reeves
I Suffer A Phobia Called Hope by Maya Abu Al-Hayyat
"The grieving have only the unknown. / It’s their only staple and inheritance. / Pain has no logic. All things redeem / the grieving except your rational questions." — Maya Abu Al-Hayyat
My death is not a song by Mohammed Moussa
“Remember not my name / But the names of my kids / who you killed while / they were carrying my death” — Mohammed Moussa