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The race is on to improve road traffic, says poet Ryan McCarthy about autonomous autos, but tomorrow we’ll be riding just the same.

Minnesota poet Susan Cossette addresses the ultimate misogyny—“Faceless, nameless shadows…/Now, we matter more in death.”

As Minnesota poet Susan Cossette reminds us, watch out for prophets!

“You can tell a lot by a laugh,” said a certain Republican politician, and a laugh may set you free!

"…wherever you are is called here," writes poet Esther Kamkar in this era of refugees and immigrations, "and you must treat it as a powerful/ stranger."

“War is warm this year,” writes the poet Oksana Maksymchuk, violence spilling over international borders, stinging with no end in sight.

As wars go on, writes the Ukrainian-American poet Oksana Maksymchuk, civilians find moments of joy, but then….

For the poet Beau Beausoleil, the war in Gaza drags on, no end in sight and distance offers no clear refuge.

Midwest poet William Trowbridge has a good eye for bargain real estate, perhaps a good reason to stay on Earth.

Michigan poet Ryan McCarty witnesses the shock of pepper spray from an unfeeling cop doing his job.