Maya Wahrman (This poem was composed in response to arrests by ICE of multiple people in Princeton, NJ; some of the families are known to the author.)   Not here, they said. Not here, a knock on the door before winter’s late dawn a small boy reaching for the doorknob, a mamá slaps his hand … Continue reading Hineni


Tracy K. Smith   They’re gassing geese outside of JFK. Tehran will likely fill up soon with blood. The Times is getting smaller day by day.   We’ve learned to back away from all we say And, more or less, agree with what we should. Whole flocks are being gassed near JFK.   So much … Continue reading Solstice