In Two Seconds: Tamir Rice 2002-2014
the boy’s face climbed back down the twelve-year tunnel of its becoming, a charcoal sunflower swallowing itself. Who has eyes
Read MoreA selection of working-class poetry and arts from the New Labor Forum. View the full archive of contributions to the New Labor Forum’s Poetry and Arts section here.
the boy’s face climbed back down the twelve-year tunnel of its becoming, a charcoal sunflower swallowing itself. Who has eyes
Read MoreThe evening news helicopters compete for the best camera angle above the water, fighting to find anything worthy of coverage.
Read MoreThe teacher can’t hear the children over all this monsoon racket, all the zillion spoons whacking the rusty roofs, all
Read MoreFor Chino In the middle of that desert that didn’t look like sand and sand only, in the middle
Read MoreThis is for Amal, whose name means hope, who thinks of each tree she’s planted like a child, whose family
Read MoreTo hold the bird and not to crush her, that is the secret. Sand turned too quickly to cement and
Read MoreWe ate labneh and bread in your tents When we had no water we drew it from your well Your
Read MoreWe’re running out of O2 screaming down the southwest freeway in the rain the nurse-practitioner and me rocking around the
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