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 →

War is Hell

You can hear it in the grief-filled cries mixed with pain and loss. Mothers in Belfast, Dublin, Boston, Paris, Moscow, Continue reading →

Mike

He dropped out of school and he didn’t know why. And then he joined the Marines. And they trained him. Continue reading →

After the Accident

The policeman sweeps up shards of red and yellow plastic and safety glass nuggets that shimmer in the dawn — Continue reading →

Marakata

No longer riding the rock drill, Burhan pours rice in boiling water and pulls naan from the cloth bag. His Continue reading →

Stigma

She reads women in Afghanistan are beaten, sometimes to death, for writing poetry. A brother or husband finds the emotion Continue reading →

Lament

Her Persian rug is an elegy she cannot write. No one would believe how the lush red, edged in green Continue reading →

One More Reason I Loved Her

      Charles Rossiter, NEA Fellowship recipient, hosts the podcast series at www.poetryspokenhere.com. He’s authored numerous books and chapbooks, the Continue reading →