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Poet Alexandra Umlas uses the subtle form, a sestina, to convey the tenuous substance of American political poetry.

“He does not represent us,” writes poet Marge Piercy about the misogynist Senator, but knows the “clichés that light up brains.”

It’s no joking matter, really. as poet Shane McCrae breaks the scam wherein certain members of the current administration deny the obvious.

New York poet John Paul Davis reflects on the multitude of political candidates, their promises, their lies.

It’s the opposite of attention deficit disorder, observes poet Charlotte Muse; we inhabit “a cloud of mosquitoes,” while the other guy gets richer, stronger.

New York poet Philip Fried makes a diagnosis of brain damage to explain the body politic of a certain politician with orange hair.

The Grand Old Party, the poet Anthony Squiers reports, “it never really was about morality.” Go know.

How bad is bad? asks the poet Jennifer Michael Hecht, in this wrenching ballad of worse to worst.