Mahnaz Badihian along with four other poets reading at 333 studio in Sausalito CA

Poets featured here question the city’s walls, shake up the brick

Let the train be there.
Let it be the right train.

Quiet
calling the hawk
over sleeping construction sites

Did the wall fall out of the sky?
Did the wall have to come?

Umbrellas, because her pinky caught in one
once, in a typhoon.

Michele Guieu presents three works for MahMag’s The City Issue.

We had to throw those planted grains
In any river or running water we could see

Won’t you stay, beloved. Coals glowing, we abide

Is my name more difficult than Deoxyribonucleic acid?