Adi was created to expand and complicate what policy writing can be, and in our latest issue, we take up that task wholeheartedly. “Policy Recommendations: Poets Intervene” presents poems from writers around the world whose practices are animated by pressing social questions and the elemental forces that shape our lives. Collectively, these pieces consider how policies reverberate in intimate realms, bearing down on bodies, imaginaries. The poems also share, in the face of insidious and explicit violence, a commitment to the vitality of dreams. As Momtaza Mehri writes: “We want more than we will ever be given.”
In this issue, Evie Shockley attends to lives interrupted by gun violence. Cynthia Dewi Oka appraises reproductive labor, and Elisa Gonzalez invites us to reimagine value. Meena Kandasamy, Angélica Freitas, and Tanella Boni probe abuses of power in private and political spaces, while Irma Pineda reflects on migration and collective trauma. And Hala Alyan, Momtaza Mehri, and Wendy Xu contemplate national myths and the thresholds between real and imagined homes.
Each poem is accompanied by original artwork from Upasana Agarwal, Sarula Bao, and Olivia Healy. The array here—eleven writers, three artists, five continents, four original translations—is at once immediate and panoramic, responsive to current political realities as well as attuned to the longitudinal nature of struggle.
Framing poems as “policy recommendations” emerged both out of the belief that poetic language can be an intervention into the policy sphere, and the sense that the complexity of our particular moment is perhaps best articulated through experimental and abstracted forms of argumentation. Today, we are all searching for the right words. Let these poets offer you theirs. Elisa Gonzalez: “That we can hear our own voices, and far-off inside ourselves, the singing—that singing exists.”
—Meara Sharma, editor-in-chief
In this Issue
we’d like to propose—
our calendar—january 1st to new year’s eve—is shot, riddled (why??) / with death.
I AM BRINGING THE HISTORY OF THE KITCHEN SINK INTO OUR BEDROOM AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME
The fear is: the chalk of our origins will not smudge.
A Poem On Not Writing Poems
why force fit my words to capture / the state, its terror, this state of terror
Don’t Go to War
This shadowless dragon is incomplete / So he strives to set the tall trees of the motherland ablaze.