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  These lines might declare that I no longer fear it, but I boast like one who wields new weapons— all bravado, flourish, and strut— while inside I’m gripped with recoil, knocked...

https://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2024/09/13/dilruba-ahmed/chronicles/poetry/

  With her, you are more. Morning now. You are horizontal in the guest bed most of the time. You are awake and horizontal more than you have ever been. She is awake most. Bassinet. You thin...

https://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2024/09/06/georgia-m-brodsky/chronicles/poetry/

Oh, you beautiful souls in Battle Creek, Michigan: the teacher, the pipelayer, the barista, the big-hearted tech at the vet’s office checking in a scared family’s pug. How I wish you would st...

https://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2024/09/04/pen-pal-postcards-american-democracy-voters/chronicles/letters/election-letters/

If we perceive barely a sliver of our reality, the knowable only a small part of what’s out there, that fat bee bumping up against the window, the faint sound of a neighbor’s car radio. ...

https://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2024/08/30/valencia-robin/chronicles/poetry/

  It is always some northern state. Michigan. Minnesota. A road, two lanes, in a soft twilight. Tame woods on either side, railroad tracks that run parallel, and a house, looming int...

https://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2024/08/23/laura-newbern/chronicles/poetry/

  Woke with your name knocking the light of my teeth. Our love years distant now, still there are things I thought you should see. Mountain laurel giving itself the kiss of my skin—a...

https://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2024/08/16/erin-noehre/chronicles/poetry/

  You’d think there’s more     copper     in a black man blood     than in a penny—every time they shoot dollar signs     spring from his back     don’t ...

https://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2024/08/09/dexter-booth/chronicles/poetry/

  Reagan died, I was 10. Mom watched the casket 3 days and 3 nights on Fox News while I fished 5 dimes from couch cushions and stole 2 dollars cash from her purse’s unemployment. My hero�...

https://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2024/08/02/austin-tucker/chronicles/poetry/

~ remembering Stanisław Barańczak & his poem “Eroica” ~ “…holding a flagstaff, pushing a pram…” ~ Ukraine   “To seize one’s fate by the throat” (Beethoven). But also to ...

https://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2024/07/26/reginald-gibbons/chronicles/poetry/

-after francine j. harris and with Eileen   The symphony was a straitjacket I must’ve needed. Need being relative— the organ pipes (silver) looked like missiles, that bright and tippe...

https://www.zocalopublicsquare.org/2024/07/19/tarfia-faizullah/chronicles/poetry/