By Bill Cotter
William Cotter poem on Right Now

The river that rumbled through winter
And survived the welting winds and the sun each summer,
Limps, now, fitfully, through putty mud.
Along the scoured banks the dry roots of trees curl upon themselves.
Where grey teals pelted the sky with wings
And splashed down like bursting shrapnel,
Sour pools remain
And in them lie bloated, eyeless fish.
In the shrinking shallows wallow cod,
Grotesque as stranded submarines

And upstream
The greedy run their fingers through rivers of cotton and rice.



Blackout (poem)

By Bänoo Zan

Bänoo Zan’s poem was written in the aftermath of countrywide protests against sudden steep rise in fuel price in Iran on November 15. Authorities shot down the Internet of the whole country and embarked on a horrific killing spree. Amnesty International has so far verified 208 deaths in less than a week.