*This poem includes text in italics from “Drug War on Doorsteps All Over Ciudad Juárez,” by Stephen Holden and “Ciudad Juárez, a Border City Known for Killing, Gets Back To Living,” by Damien Cave, both published in The New York Times.
They smashed her head against the wall.
They took the head I held in my hand.
Smaller than a sandwich.
Perfect pink beast.
They took that same head.
They smashed my baby’s head against the …
by Killarney Clary
Her brother pokes at her for the picture. Sunlight throbs in his yellow hair. Pale, thin boy-body in stiff shorts folds itself into a box and …
The People Who Feel No Pain
I let our daughter read a news story about one who walked months
on a broken pelvis before she noticed it
crunching inside her like dry leaves. …
Wheat Fields with Reaper & Unfinished Letter
Our data still glimmers from their cave
in the mountain, but dark comes earlier up here
between your shoulders. The men want our secrets to crack
as gulls eat clams: by …