The Harp of Hope
By Claire J. Baker on When we are numbed,shocked clear through by tragedies inour home of homes, may somehow we finda way to keep pluckingthe harp strings
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By Ayat Jalal on Coffins are not carpetedThere not for standingLinoleum is uselessAs the imagined dreams,some believe they’ll be havingThe padding is for comfortto
Selected poems by Julia Vinograd
By Julia Vinograd on On the Street I’m not here, don’t look at me.Don’t scream when your children look at me,do you think bad
Winter Moon
By Claire J. Baker on The moon flowersinto full bloom.We cradle our handsfor mystical light.We have waited yearsfor such a night.Soundlesslysplendor slipsinto cupped handslike a
Amazing
By Claire J. Baker on love remains all after all we go throughtogetheror within our own storyas heaven’s curtain risesjust enoughto offera glimpse of glory.
Summer Learnings
This summer,I learned,That blood is only thicker than waterWhen it’s not mixed with malicious intentionsI learnedThat two of the people
Phoenix in the Tenderloin
By Claire J. Baker on We wish fair flight for anyone rising from hellish ashes there and here.Since we escaped, it’s not surprisingwe wish wide wings
Birds of a Feather (in homage to homeless)
By Claire J. Baker on Some sparrows preferdowntown streets to parksor neighborhood yards. They peck at grit trodden byrich & poor, bankers & poets,professors &
Footsteps in the Rain
By Claire J. Baker on We’ve hurried pastthe huddled homeless heaped like potato sacks along city sidewalks. We never envisioned a saintor savior might sleep under plastic over
No Stars in the Sky
By Perry Terrell on We can lay down on our backsin the grassand look for starsto wish uponwe can wish for world peaceto abolishhatredprejudicepovertyhomelessnesschild
A Migrant Worker’s day Ends
By Claire J. Baker on After picking 50 boxesof grapes, hands stung &bleeding, she restsagainst a haystack,inhales in unison with cows. sheep, a curled dog.Nestled in