"I remember from nursery: 'It all started when he hit me back.'"
A quick list to poets featured in this issue:
is like the slapstick where two people are fighting behind the couch
this time they are all pummeling something below the window we cannot see
the time they throw him out to the street and ignite him
the program for this morning. The afternoon
change the station but the war is all there is, the war and the blame.
we're talking about real blood, real agony, and for every person killed
couldn't even bury their father in peace, the Palestinian father, hiding
I turn off the television, wish