07 April 2003
Enough pain to stop poems
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R. Krake
Tickertape parades streaming with anger and sorrow
The gross and global injustice and always the lies, damn lies…

To write a poem is to indulge myself --
My pain my sorrow? -- it's just not right.

A...
14 March 2003
The Mangled
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There is an American flag whipping
in the wind above them

They rarely see it
they are shut in
many cannot walk
others are blind

They spend many hours in bed
alone, un-cared for...
05 March 2003
A Place
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Katie Wine
I just want to crawl away
into some dark place
Where no war can touch me
No person can harm me
Somewhere so I can't
see the face
of those who blame
and judge
And stare at me with...
13 November 2002
Poetry for the Baltimore 28
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Anonymous
storm drains running full
commuter buses no where to go
when the squad cars
roll into the square
dozens on 28 just ain’t fair
shivering on the station floor
i’m gonna be late for my date
the rain...
13 November 2002
Unititled
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Melanie Gnosa
I scream FREE AMERICA, barely legible on the wall —
and I get one word, one rat, one care,
and an angry and ignorant old-world glare,
a smile here, bewilderment there —
And it seems there is nothingness everywhere....
10 November 2002
Out of my Peripheral
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Deon C. Sanders
On a sleepless drive, stopped at a light-
I saw a man kicking a rock in despair,-
As he awaited his chariot of situation, battled with
plight-
A sign read: Bus 319 troubles to bare-

A women with...

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