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Is Poetry a Job, Is a Poem a Product

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By Murat Nemet-Nejat

In plain English, the question of class has to do with money. Who gets paid what for what labor. In that respect, the poet belongs to the bottom of the economic totem pole. Each poet can do his or her tallying. Do you believe that you get a penny an hour for the numbers of hours you spend producing your poems?

In classical Marxism, income (and its...

Two Poems by Margo Taft Stever

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Summer Rain

Mosquitoes attach themselves
to the undersides of leaves;
their husks litter trees,
shimmering underthings.

Children’s voices
unfold, always hungry.
They suck my limbs; their cries
bind my narrow bones.

The sawed-off edges
of their voices splinter,
crack. Children...

Like we all do

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by Megha Sood

Pain unravels slowly
like the filigree ends of a fern leave
unfurling in the dewy winter mornings
nature gives away the love
it stores and nurtures

Two Poems by Larry O. Dean

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by Larry O. Dean

Yanked from the freezer,
it doesn't resist, cubes dispersed
unevenly, one
side of the pale blue plastic tray
weighted down by a half-

Three Poems by Uche Nduka

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By Uche Nduka

partly because love
travels through much
of these lines

ears & glyphs follow

something like a rash move
& various kinds
of self-denial

Four Poems by Küçük İskender

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Introduction by Dr. Serdar Taşçı, Sociologist

İskender has written frank, brutally honest, and sometimes shocking poems that push the limits of social norms. He has created profoundly philosophical poems with a unique literary style. He is a poet who deserves to be translated to many world languages and read widely. What Pink Floyd meant for world music is similar to what İskender means...

La Strada

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by Veronica Golos

The woman standing at the door of her hut. Blazing sun, the air clouded with insects. The girl, you, skinnier than in the film, hungry thin, owl eyes; blistered roads, never meant for auto or truck or

tank. The silence here is heavy, another burden, the girl, you, thin as whitethorn. Threshed from your own flesh.

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