Bill Burtis
Photo from Kyiv This is not the flag we want to see, white plume, streaked with red, drooping above the rubble from the blackened...
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Mar 27, 2022
Stand with Ukraine!
There are many organizations providing aid to the people of Ukraine. Here are just four: World Central Kitchen (wck.org) Ukraine Relief |...
Mar 27, 2022
Alison Harville
What We Wake To Is What We Fell Asleep To We pass a cup back and forth, burning the tips of our fingers. It is filled with yesterday’s...
Mar 27, 2022
Liz Libbey
The Basement Down here, the thunder above ghosts in your ears, you hear a rush; a surge from tonight's rain, drown the tip of one...
Mar 27, 2022
Valentina Gnup
Song for Ukraine Kyiv trembles like an old man clutching his cane but insisting he walk. A child presses against a chain link fence...
Mar 27, 2022
Helena Minton
Overnight War (A Golden Shovel) Young men march away– the mountain greenness is at its peak Santoka Taneda (1882-1940; tr. John Stevens)...
Mar 27, 2022
Kenneth Rosen
O UKRAINE! i. Twilight may bloom pink And covertly maroon As a lover’s young adult bottom. The insistently re-articulated song Of a...
Mar 25, 2022
Doug Anderson
How Shabby, Poetry How soft and useless against a tank. The dark fills up the streets like water. We are all slogging through it, thigh...
Mar 25, 2022
Vincent Spina
Craters The question is to yourself. The ghosts are silent. This could have been a place to package meat products; that, a schoolhouse. ...
Mar 25, 2022
Elizabeth Knies
Luck There was nothing new, just war, famine, earthquakes, storms, scandals, trade wars, tariffs, political corruption, and murder, as...
Mar 25, 2022
David Lloyd
Sick God how I’m sick of old men flinging fistfuls of pocket change with their profiles in high relief. Sick of their megaphone mouths,...
Mar 25, 2022
Jody Stewart
Equinox up where I can’t reach is a Y-incision in the sky, sliced by returning geese far away, where I can’t hear, war cracks and whines...
Mar 23, 2022
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Foreword Doug Anderson How Shabby, Poetry Mimi White An Old Human Song Matthew Lippman They Will Always Remember There Were Kids Like...
Mar 23, 2022
Mimi White
An Old Human Song Go home, go back to your mother’s gardens. Go back to your bowl of borsht. Go back through the border without fences or...
Mar 23, 2022
David Weiss
In Store In Novokuznetsk, a coal mining town in Siberia, a morgue worker posted a video in which he appeared to walk on bodies in bags....
Mar 23, 2022
Andrea Scarpino
Weapons Staying calm is a kind of weapon. ~former Ukrainian Parliament member So is offering a phone call to an enemy soldier. So is...
Mar 23, 2022
Karen Kilcup
Equinox in Ukraine March 2022 Spring’s coming—so the calendar says. Fallow ground should be plowed, new seeds bought, saved seeds...
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