POETRY: “Of Things Seen New” by John Timothy Robinson

I wanted to write of things seen new, not screaming hate on deafened ears, not watch-words or double-speak imbued with harsher tones, forgotten views, no mind melancholy-kissed of fears. I wanted to write of things seen new, to capture coal-flared flames of truth; like minds that sung beyond their years, not watch-words or double-speak imbued …

POETRY: “PRAISE POEM TO SELF: A Sound Poem from Turkana” by Jacqueline Henry

Jackie! Here’s to you, girl! To your Voice Once so stifled, so Afraid of its own sound Never saying, “No, no. No! This is not me!” Swallowed into submission, Cowering deep in a bubbling gut Here’s to that Gut—to Guts!— To trusting Self and Sacred Song Percolating Gut (thanks to Turkana coffee!) Forcing Voice up. …

POETRY: “Farmers’ Fourth, Bucks County, Pa., 1960” by Steve Myers

In kitchens the women   read Revelations, lean toward black electric fans. A screen door slams. Out back,   damp slips hang limp from baling twine, pinned between sheets. Their sons light ashcans,   and cherry bombs, flick them at their sisters’ feet. Over their shoulders   they look to their fathers, down by the …