My Dear collateral damage
“That language, rescued from the machinery of war, can offer the consolation of being looked upon in relation . . . to whom you are beloved.”
Lena Khalaf Tuffaha on Solmaz Sharif
“That language, rescued from the machinery of war, can offer the consolation of being looked upon in relation . . . to whom you are beloved.”
Lena Khalaf Tuffaha on Solmaz Sharif
Out in the field, / wheat, and in the wheat, weevils.
I mistook tragedy / for a verb and ran with it.
Iraq is ripe we carry / it through the simulacra of the woods
We’ve been cold in the summer /with fear at the back of our necks, /we lay with blankets over our heads /instead of sleeping half-naked /on balconies.
From the Spring-Summer v3.n1 issue of Poetry Northwest, “The Political Issue,” we’re featuring Mary Jo Salter’s “Song of the Children.” According to Salter, “‘Song of the Children’ is one of the few poems I’ve written that was ever, in any sense, commissioned. A French friend was helping to put together an international anthology of poems about war, and asked me to try to write one. I saw I had been censoring myself: I had wanted, in some way, to write about the Iraq war, but had held off simply because I had no clue how to do it. The poem—which is partly about not knowing how to speak or write adequately about violence—got written, but the anthology was never published. I was fortunate that Poetry Northwest was interested in my attempt.