#Poetry Wed: “Weeknight News Reports” by Owen Ojo

“It’s 11 pm and death is on my mind,
accidents upon accidents, blood and gore
somewhere in the streets, she
is the time passing and sick, invading dark
people gone missing—could she have been?
No, says my sister, but she’s young and has no power

over things we can’t trust and things we can’t see.
I’m young and have no power, am small, never win
but I check the empty driveway, look up at the sky line…”

Read the rest of the poem at The Harvard Advocate.

#Poetry Wed: “Why We Don’t Have Children” by Anthony Frame

“…We refuse the bruises of blood,
we want to honor the thrust of history, the trust
inside each splitting cell, so we wrap ourselves
within each other, away from the constant sirens.
We fumble our flesh, our mouths wide enough
to swallow the world…”

Read the rest of the poem at Rattle.

#Poetry Wed: “The One Who Left” by Jim Powell

“The one who left
never left, or leaving,
leaves a painted shadow
that outlasts the real wall:
the one who left
never left.

The one who stayed
never saw, and staying
stays confined in shadow
cast there from behind the wall:
the one who stayed
never stayed…”

Read the rest of the poem at Threepenny Review.

#Poetry Wed: “First They Came…” by Martin Niemöller

“First They Came…” by Martin Niemöller

First they came for the Communists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Communist.

Then they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.

Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.

Then they came for the incurably sick, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a incurably sick.

Then they came for the schools and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a school.

Then they came for the press and I did not speak out—
Because I was not the press.

Then they came for the Jehovah’s Witnesses, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jehovah’s Witnesses.

Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.

Then they came for the people in countries occupied by Nazi Germany, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not in countries occupied by Nazi Germany.

Then they came for me—
and there was no one left to speak for me.

​​#Poetry Wed: “肉骨茶 (Meat Bone Tea)” BY S. Qiouyi Lu

“Star anise floats in the night–sea of meat bone tea,
backed by the cloud–flower shapes of lingusticum.
Astragalus, codonopsis, and licorice lashed into a raft
drift among goji berries swimming like vermillion carp…

…the raft touches the riverbank.
Broth clear as spring water, as richly brown as pu’er
soaks into mounds of rice steaming with jasmine scent.

My dear friend arrives. We sit across from each other…”

-​​Read the rest of the poem at Uncanny Magazine.