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News Poetry: I’ve been called names

I’ve been called names, unhinged, wacko names, un-American and treasonous. The angry mob.    Evil. I’ve been called evil. I incite Hondurans to walk a thousand miles for refuge. I’m hunger, nights on...

News Poetry: Food Chain

On your sofa, a visitor— call it puma, mountain lion, or panther, it is not the fine mouser you left there curled on your couch. That cat has been...

News Poetry: A Day at the Library (and no, I don’t...

It could be any day, but let’s say it’s Sunday. A little before one. The line outside the door forms like a queue at the deli....

News Poetry: Paving Meadowlarks

A reporter stands knee deep in swirling prairie while wind bullies the mic. Pushing hair from her face, she tells viewers about plans to develop this vastness. The camera scans...

News Poetry: Three Bars of Summer 2018

Three Bars of Summer 2018 Karen Betstadt I. Hard brown coating constrains the running of cold white cream. I study the brown rectangle. choose a corner; bite. Like a skater falling through...

News Poetry: Make Shift

—on viewing a photograph by Hamza Al-Ajweh/AFP Loveland Reporter-Herald, February 24, 2018   I thought it was a sculpture in progress, clay, a commission, this figure of...

News Poetry: The Last Rhinoceros

I take my daughters to the zoo, to visit Sudan, the northern white rhino, who exists, now, only as a vial of frozen semen. My youngest wants...

News Poetry: Small Town

They moved in far to the edge of things Kept to themselves Nobody heard the screams The scratchings on the safety glass A neighbor saw the two girls once Their shyness...

News Poetry: A call to arms

Recess becomes a drill, the schoolyard a parade ground and the squad— thirty first graders in raggedy formation, their uniforms not uniformly neat. The sergeant wears skinny jeans and Uggs. No one salutes but...

News Poetry: Seventeen lines for Parkland

After seventeen Comes eighteen And the students Feel the strength Of their years, Armed with ballots Not bullets. Greedy geriatrics Will be free To golf every day As a new generation Nails their diplomas On Washington’s...
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