By Joy Harjo. “It was by their song and talk we knew when to rise / when to look out the window / to the commotion going on— the magnetic field thrown off by grief.”
By Lauren Camp. “Everywhere I look, folks keep pocketing futures.”
By Philip Metres. A poem for the Guantanamo detainee who wrote a book about his torture, Mohamedou Ould Slahi.
By Luna Reiley. Our culture critic writes that “syllables meet the message and its maker” on Frank Ocean’s new album release.
Q: I can’t get over him, he rings regret in my mosquito ear he red ring circling my knee Lyme’s disease he buzz lullaby malaria fly he is the beautiful death zika kiss he is the end and I’m still starting please help A: aren’t you fucking lucky! you must get mad. produce work. I know what you are…
By Jeffrey Cyphers Wright. Here’s how we can build that wall of Donald Trump’s.
Henry Louis Gates’ essay,
“Proving Black History Matters”
Which ends with a long quote from James Baldwin.
for president. He’s washing your windows
and shining your shoes. He’s standing
in the tortilla line right next to you.
By Craig Santoz Perez. A poem written in solidarity with Standing Rock Sioux Tribe and all peoples protecting the waters of this earth.
By Philip Metres. A woman in Iraq mourns her son, caught in the crosshairs of an F-16.