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National Poetry Month: Lynn Ungar

In light of April being National Poetry Month, every Monday in April, Justice Unbound will publish a poem. I will select the poems, by nationally recognized poets, because they speak in one way or another to what we are all

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National Poetry Month: Denise Levertov

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In light of April being National Poetry Month, every Monday in April, Unbound will publish a poem. I will select poems by nationally recognized poets because they speak in one way or another to what we are all facing in light of pandemic. This is the last in this ‘National

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National Poetry Month: Lynn Ungar

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In light of April being National Poetry Month, every Monday in April, Justice Unbound will publish a poem. I will select the poems, by nationally recognized poets, because they speak in one way or another to what we are all facing in light of pandemic.

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National Poetry Month Monday: Naomi Shihab Nye

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In light of April being National Poetry Month, every Monday in April Justice Unbound will publish a poem. The poems, by nationally recognized poets, will be selected because they speak in one way or another to what we are all facing in light of pandemic. Poetry is an important part

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Grief…Mourning…Lament

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We are grieving…mourning…lamenting Oh God why!? Oh God help us! Oh God we are suffering! When we wave through the windows of those with disease When we see our loved ones dying on screens No touch, no goodbyes, no last words muttered  We are grieving…mourning…lamenting We are grieving…mourning…lamenting Oh God

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Poems of the Pandemic

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They have closed the schools for three weeks.
The children who are resilient go to their houses
(if they have them) to annoy their parents (if
they have them) because no one has explained that
it is okay for the world to change, that does not
mean it’s ending. We realize that that is

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And She Will Gather Us

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Cupping lips with mitted hands to summon us
inside, she offers fresh-baked bread wafting over our clamor,
some of us debating decades-old wounds such as who broke the china Mom left behind, priceless, irreplaceable, some of our hands guiltily empty    because we forgot
promised sides. And there, new neighbors won’t stop laughing
from

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Poetry: Ecological Lament and Dirty Embodiment

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Well It is barbaric. A hum drowning out the chattering lakeshore. Unwanted penetration and a mechanized din. A tower shining like a false moon through the trees we planted. God, whose Son was stripped and savaged, Feels the lash in a piney corner of nowhere. Clean Surely God cannot be

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