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News Poetry

News Poetry: Bird in the Hand

  They'll tell you a gun in the hand is worth ten kids in a classroom, teacher guarding the door. Here he comes, killer. Something made him...

News Poetry: A Dream Ends

I drop my tool belt loaded with hammer, nails, tape measure, my family’s picture at Christmas. As I am shuffled to the car images come...

News Poetry: On the Declining Value of the Dollar

One hundred, becomes ninety-eight, becomes eighty-two, becomes sixty-one, and so on. A corpse dripping blood is still a corpse. Though if you gather the drippings, you can make...

News Poetry: Mirror Words

A new year starts appearing as a blank slate but its history is already written in the dust of treaties, the land-mine refuse of war, the increased opulence of...

News Poetry: Upon Learning that Butterflies Existed Sixty Million Years Before Flowers

We must now amend our theories of desire, our understanding of what transforms flesh so that it may feed on the nectar hidden deep within the recesses...

News Poetry: Homeless at 7th and Santa Fe

1. Black plastic bag, no tote, no backpack One pair of shoes, no socks, no laces Plenty of sunshine today, no raincoat One glove, one cold, bare hand Toothache,...

News Poetry: The Eye of the Beholder

The one on the left, with the pink backpack, carrying the C-4, is wearing a headset under that checked yellow scarf, receiving final instructions. The one on the...

News Poetry: Sparrows

I sip tea while men declare war in my living room. They raise fists on evening news, set a flag alight. It burns, small country, in their...

News Poetry: “resolution”

resolution: I have one now that the killings are within city blocks of me blood spilled yards from my kin dawn breaking New Year's Eve my grandsons waken stunned by gunfire dreaded screams SWAT...

News Poetry: Senbazuru

God folds the world along pre-creased lines, pressing one edge against another, before scoring. Sometimes she folds one way, opens, then reverses. That’s how we get extra...