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News Poetry

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 ________________________ 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”

[vimeo 131696371 w=640 h=360]   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...