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News Poetry: Charlottesville Poems, Part I
After Syria, After Charlottesville
By Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
And there, on the to do list,
somewhere beneath “post office”
and above “pay the bills” is a single word
not...
News Poetry: “Where’s the Middle Class?”
Gears of the Industrial Revolution
ground to a halt, rusted, replaced
by tiny, shiny chips. No need
for heft and brawn in the Digital Age.
“Exercise the core,”...
News Poetry: @OurCaesarHeadofState
Ah Mentula
His head is small
His hands reflect the slight
It’s not his head of orange I mean
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This is a tweet poem "after" the poem 'Catallus...
News Poetry: “Even the Good Guys Have Blood on their Hands”
One • has • to wonder • if
even • amid • the dangerous
embarrassment • of a show-
boat • bully • as POTUS
if • alone...
News Poetry: “A Rose for Paris”
--for humanity
A rose for Paris, yes,
left in the balcony
or on a small table
at the corner cafe.
A rose for for Aurora,
for Ferguson, for Chicago,
for sons...
News Poetry: “Eve”
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EVE
By Assetou Xango (formerly known as Dominique Sample)
They call me Eve
I was never given a last name
This was only the first...
Use your words – (Re)introducing news poetry
Dear readers,
You may have noticed The Independent's occasional departure from straight news into postings with stanzas and without punctuation. We call those news poems,...
News Poetry: “Fracking elegy”
Cracks in the pavement
cracks in the wall—
where do I go
if my house cracks
like a duck egg?
Where do mule deer and
black bears, elk and
prairie dogs go—
when the ground groans and
hills shudder...
News Poetry: “Fracking Accident, Firestone, Colorado”
Circulatory systems beneath the once-prairie,
now cul-de-sac, now-charter school,
below Oak Meadows, a new suburb
in the once-outback of the West.
Underground infrastructure unmapped,
a vast unknown universe, intricate
ruins...
News poem: YOU CAN DO ANYTHING
I moved on her like a bitch. ...
Yeah, that’s her.
With the gold.
I better use some Tic Tacs
just in case I start kissing her.
You know,
I’m...