by Carey Taylor

Look at Yaryna’s smile, the way her head leans into his cheek, hiding half her face. Look at her dimples, straight white teeth, military green babushka, camouflage jacket, one eye half-open…

by Lee Ann Pingel

In the West, where I live,
the sun has set on Easter Sunday.

On this day, the men who followed Jesus
hid, afraid, behind locked doors.

by Elina Sventsytska

I’m reading the news – and suddenly,
something’s wrong with me:
claws are growing out of me,
fangs are growing out of me…

by Susan Solomon

I do not know if the actual window is still in existence, but it was just one piece of overwhelmingly gorgeous art…

by Kathryn Bratt-Pfotenhauer

Today, Twitter is full of news about mothers. One is
dead, another in remission from an aggressive cancer, and

in Mariupol, a maternity hospital is bombed.…

by Romana Iorga

The city is a cage of dead doves
fallen on the roof of my childhood.
A city of fogs and strange consonants
burning a hole in the sky…

by Erika Michael

You bear your life on your back
like a snail, in the cells of your gut,
silently piled. But we need those
chronicles concealed within…

by Lyudmyla Khersonska

where, she asks, are my irises,
the purple ones, yeah, but especially
the yellow ones. have you seen them?

they were tall, stuck out their little tongues…

by Margo Berdeshevsky

Still alive this dawn but why
aged-flesh lover of peace why
naked in her useless skin
standing

by Jennifer Stewart Miller

The war criminal dreams he’s locked
in a windowless room with a hoard of mothers

The war criminal wakes up foaming…