By Peter Asco

It is the sudden swooping of a hawk 

that reveals how many doves

had found shelter in my tree

It’s when it lands on a branch

that I know which one is the swiftest of the birds,

By Sandra Noel

Most of my childhood was spent
in a schizophrenic state
called segregation
split apart by a color line
drawn by an angry white fist
down the middle of the street
in small towns like ours
everyone, pretending this was life
pretending this was acceptable.

By Keith Holyoak
With art by Yaron Dotan -The Fun Never Ends

 A few at first expressed surprise
That Christ came back so corpulent
(Transcendent less than immanent),
With pasty body bags for eyes,
Head crowned by an orange mitre
Wrought for an imitation fighter
Wrestling under a circus tent—
Not quite the image we expected
For One so freshly resurrected.

By Ericka Kerr

You know how when you’re hurt you get a scar, then the scar heals fast? 

Well, pretend you have that same deep scar, except it doesn’t heal. 

This is the kind of scar, that’s so deep that not even doctors can fix it.  

It’s bleeding every, last drop of blood that it has. So much that you can’t even bandage it. 

By Robert Kokan

Cracker kids, grandsons of Grand Dragons, rage through town
flying rebel flags, Free Bird blasting.

Trump 2020 re-election signs declaring No More Bullshit pop up overnight
like poisonous mushrooms, decorating neighborhood yards with hatred.

And those red hats saying Keep America Great really aren’t fooling anyone.
What they really mean is Keep America White.

By Joel Kabakov

There have been un-kept promises
Through the centuries
To deliver a Messiah,

Promises of lands never never
Knights heroic
Princesses of the dance

By Hamish Todd

I happen to be white
No privilege about it
Dad was Scottish,
“Military and Ministers
from 460 AD,” he said.
He left when I was young