
That Time We Almost Died
Sometimes when I take exit 45 off of I-93, that sharp curve—remember?— I think of that oil slick, Continue reading
Sometimes when I take exit 45 off of I-93, that sharp curve—remember?— I think of that oil slick, Continue reading
You can hear it in the grief-filled cries mixed with pain and loss. Mothers in Belfast, Dublin, Boston, Paris, Moscow, Continue reading
He dropped out of school and he didn’t know why. And then he joined the Marines. And they trained him. Continue reading
The policeman sweeps up shards of red and yellow plastic and safety glass nuggets that shimmer in the dawn — Continue reading
No longer riding the rock drill, Burhan pours rice in boiling water and pulls naan from the cloth bag. His Continue reading
She reads women in Afghanistan are beaten, sometimes to death, for writing poetry. A brother or husband finds the emotion Continue reading
Her Persian rug is an elegy she cannot write. No one would believe how the lush red, edged in green Continue reading
Charles Rossiter, NEA Fellowship recipient, hosts the podcast series at www.poetryspokenhere.com. He’s authored numerous books and chapbooks, the Continue reading
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