By Cornelius Eady
I’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...
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- By James CagneyI come from the kidnapped, the assaulted— my country’tis of reparations as in-store credit backordered...
- By Layli Long SoldierHere, the sentence will be respected. I will compose each sentence with care, by minding what the rules...
- By Tomás Q. MorínIn this life, there are starsand there are stunt doubles.Before I became one of those fathersobsessed...
- By Shanta LeeMama birthed me, Papa sold me in the land of weeping willows Traces of sin trail miles across skin, ...
- By Margaret WalkerFor my people For my people In an interview for Callaloo literary journal, Walker remarked: “I remember hearing...
- By Gwendolyn BrooksJohn Cabot, out of Wilma, once a Wycliffe, all whitebluerose below his golden hair, wrapped richly in...
- By Evie ShockleyAnd now, reader, I come to a period in my unhappy life, which I would gladly forget if I could. Asia Graves looks...
- By Lorna Dee CervantesIt was never in the planning, in the life we thought we’d live together, two fast women living cheek...
- By Lorna Dee CervantesHe was a good boy making his way through the Santa Barbara pines, sighting the blast of fluff as he ...
- By Frank ChipasulaThey ran out of cuffs, but with apologies for the inconvenience, they carefully wrapped barbed wire ...
- By Frank ChipasulaI have nothing to give you, but my anger And the filaments of my hatred reach across the border You,...
- By Frank ChipasulaIn the sad hotel that drinks a swamp, You breathe malarial air and enjoy Frog music piped in from the...
- By Crystal Simone SmithHe was an open book. An opening book. That had just been opened up somewhat wider. By sorrow. And-by...
- By Donna Aza Weir-SoleyLights, camera, action! Cue George Floyd crying for his Black mother for 8 minutes and 46 seconds. 8 minutes and...
- By Elizabeth BradfieldHow can I find a way to praise it? Do the early inventors & embracers churn with regret? I don’t think...
- By Jason McCallProbably one of those understated pieces. Simple silver. No ring of laurels surrounding an emperor or...
- By Jason McCallI won’t care if Trump is halfway into his third term. I won’t care if the world is half flood and half...
- By Jacqueline Allen TrimbleQ. How do others sin against you? A. By cursing me—telling lies about me—or striking me. Q. What must you do to...
- By Jacqueline Allen TrimbleThis carpetbagging, gentrifying Aryan mother’s son cut through our neighborhood buying houses. Called...