Intersection

The mountain blushes at the sight
of freedom showing off its underwear
at the corner of 48th and Elliot
where the campaign signs have recently… Read more
The mountain blushes at the sight
of freedom showing off its underwear
at the corner of 48th and Elliot
where the campaign signs have recently… Read more
In answer to your worry, ratcheted up
by all the world, I offered that the ship
would right … Read more
Thirty Pieces
the man in midnight colored cassock murmurs
God’s work is done
thirty pieces jingling
he offers a thousand hosannas
to the prophet
a little foul-mouthed and avaricious, but … Read more
You should have picked the salt
from my body grain
by grain before you stoned me
or at least chosen
stones of the same size
and … Read more
I’m back to hiding under my third-grade desk
back down here with the gum
while the shirtless bully grabs for our crayons
again and demands we thank him for it… Read more
Constructed cream
embedded with cutlery
missing plates,
indigo Lincoln
rumbling toward me,
landline phone
with a large black
switch, a beret
& teeth to pitch
me awake
into a curtained … Read more
police have entered morning prayers
another raid at the mosque
Palestinians stockpiled stones
set barriers
19 people injured three to the hospital beaten
by rubber-coated bullets
nine arrested smashed windows… Read more
You want to know why
it persists, this curse of the human,
pyromania at the heart’s core,
the dream and … Read more
A woman wipes her eyes –
allergic to the taste of metallic
blood pooling on the tongue from biting
so hard to prevent comments that
leave her feeling less … Read more
March wind shudders
against the glass, shattering
sun and shadows of leaves
into moving mosaics on the wood floor.
Outside, the morning breaks,
almost too bright to bear.
It’s Monday. … Read more
Ripped from our land,
veins and arteries exposed.
My man must remain,
defend the homeland.
There’s a hole in … Read more
He’s the last man standing.
Whether comedian
or statesman
performance is all
for the last man standing.
Standing in the rubble … Read more
A blast, shattered… Read more
Blowing soot twists in scrollwork,
over cratered roads,
around splintered edges of a staggering barn.
A windmill rends metal on metal,
screeching above the tenor hum
keening in fence … Read more
You say to the Russian soldier,
Put these seeds in your pockets,
so when you fall on this land,
at least sunflowers will
spring from your body.
Maria Stepanova … Read more