I hear the water. It calls to me from lakes, streams, and rivers. My mother was the ocean. She carried me on her shoulders above raging...

When you said the house is on fire I looked around, I'm good, what should I do, grab my cat and run? When you said you have stolen my...

She sits upon a rock, weeping And watching the sky as it folds Into buckets of toxic smoke Rising from the endless burning Of forest and...

Avoid the trap Of vengeance Of turning on us When Terrorists massacre kids We ran away from men who plant bombs, Wield guns - demand...

You can barely hear the dial-tone that hums through the wires of your brain. It is the call of drones, buzzing as they fly on their...

Untied, tied, bound, gagged squirming and groaning forced to piss ourselves duct-taped and superglued shut. U.S., the U.S., the 'us', the...

I should go to bed before it gets light, but there are things which bother me at night One of them is hunger - we are short of food,...

Written by Ed Meek. Rubber straps shaped like nooses hang from steel rods in subway trains. Lucky for us, they’re too small for human...

when it happens i no longer fight it i let it do what it needs to the cleverness i possessed is gone replaced by a what will be, will be...

Dear Stranger, how are you? Curious if you are witnessing what the rest of us are cause as an authority figure you, my friend, are just...

I. At a Connecticut kindergarten, a man severs 26 futures. Tiny bodies lay lifeless beside the daisies, seeds uprooted. Good thing I...

It is time to slow down, For reflection, For looking more deeply, And long. The facts, the data, What have they borne? Not knowledge, not...

Waters rise, drowning the square St. Mark’s afloat, a vessel in danger of floundering Its clock ringing out a call of distress Yet,...

how many ways can you draw a woman / before she dulls / to linework and smudge / and the murky liquid / in the tub / grays / tipsy white...

Third Place Winner of the "Vultures & Doves: Social Issues of Our Time" Poetry Competition. I was up the first school day. And my son...

Second Place Winner of the "Vultures & Doves: Social Issues of Our Time" Poetry Competition. "Korean Survivors of the Japanese 'Comfort...

First Place Winner of the "Vultures & Doves: Social Issues of Our Time" Poetry Competition. for a while now, each time I fall into the...

moon veiled by tissue clouds glides through, flirtatious filly, back slapper, money man, and filters light fickle on our rock, where...

I Some years have come and gone—perhaps these years It takes for root to take that this might live: A small tribute to these amazing...

In Memory of Edwin, Joseph, Kameron, Leilah, Mary, Raul, and Rodolfo. Sun scorches the West Texas desert. Air conditioners hum on high....