Poem
By Adam O. Davis
1.
If a house is haunted like a radio
is haunted If a body is a radio
of blood If a body of ghosts
hums like blood over a valley of
bone If blood is a government
of ghosts If bones grow green
as cash in the foreign national of
our ghosts If homes bloom...
Poem
By Countee Cullen
If for a day joy masters me, Think not my wounds are healed; Far deeper than the scars you see, I keep...
Poem
By Tomás Q. Morín
In this life, there are starsand there are stunt doubles.Before I became one of those fathersobsessed...
Poem
By Ovid
Some are transformed just once And live their whole lives after in that shape. Others have a facility...
Poem
By Shanta Lee
Hunger like her mama
Most strong in White gaze as in
a Cowbird’s flirtation
Sprouted in eyes to tongues
to bellies pregnant with stolen milk
to restless hands
These fingernails filled with Black body,
scrapin to get back to forgotten
...
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AudioOn this week’s episode, Brittany and Ajanae continue their mini tour of the South in Houston, Texas. Next, they talk with Texas Poet Laureate Lupe Mendez about familial...
