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One Grenade

“There will be many poems written in the shape of a grenade” —John Haines They’re in a helicopter or a Hummer or a plane with an open bay for the firing and dropping of weapons and a soldier accidentally drops a grenade and it rolls across the floor and explodes taking both legs and an […]

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The Desert: 107 Degrees on Mother’s Day

The Desert: 107 Degrees on Mother’s Day by Judy Ray Oh, but it’s a dry heat! The chorus repeats like the continuous murmur of mourning doves rustling to rest in palm trees. With a gasp we step out into the oven, praying for mercy. A dry heat, yes! You could flick a flint against the […]

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Frida Kahlo (a poem)

Frida Kahlo In a chronicle of pain the child’s leg dwindles with polio. A streetcar crushes nerves and bones. And Frida, born of revolution recreates her life again and again. She wears flowers and embroidered silks, jewelry of sky or thorns or severed hands. She braids her long hair. Diego looms larger than life, and […]

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Climate Change Yoga

  [To hear Doctress Netuopia read her poem, click the above link.] Yoginis and Yogis time for a meditation on breath and the global carbon cycle. Get seated into easy pose—sukhasana. Sit down on your sitz bones as you straighten your spine while extending the crown your head up into the smog. Take a moment […]

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AZ’s Poet Laureate on Border

Alberto Rios remembers the day J. F. Kennedy was shot and the two Nogales changed forever—Ed There was a time when the border between Nogales, Arizona, and Nogales, Sonora, was actually a fence, something that might be between backyards. To either side of the two Nogales’ flimsy barrier were miles of land, open, unencumbered, looking […]

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The Primer (a poem)

A good-guy gun blows bloody holes in a naughty toy’s face another kid hooked on “justifiable retaliation” learning to talk like addicted adults loading their veins with righteous rage to shoot up siblings avenging the past and bleeding graffiti on nursery walls

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