If we create kids who are essentially lulled into a kind of comfortable, stress-free existence by being mildly entertained all the time, I don’t think that we’re going to have the heroes, the saints, the reformers that

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