He was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in...
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- By Georg TraklAt evening autumn forests drone With deadly weapons, the golden plains And the blue lakes, above which...
- By DaMaris B. HillEvery wife must apologize for not being her husband’s mother? But he will not forgive you. The absence...
- By Shanta LeeMama birthed me, Papa sold me in the land of weeping willows Traces of sin trail miles across skin, ...
- By Gwendolyn BrooksJohn Cabot, out of Wilma, once a Wycliffe, all whitebluerose below his golden hair, wrapped richly in...
- 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 Maxine KuminWell, she didn't kill herself that afternoon. It was a mild day in October, we sat outside over sandwiches...
- By Frank ChipasulaIn the sad hotel that drinks a swamp, You breathe malarial air and enjoy Frog music piped in from the...
- By Frank ChipasulaI have nothing to give you, but my anger And the filaments of my hatred reach across the border You,...
- By Frank ChipasulaDarkness chained me to my tattered reed mat; The head of tyranny sprinkled The soot of ignorance in ...
- By Frank ChipasulaThey ran out of cuffs, but with apologies for the inconvenience, they carefully wrapped barbed wire ...
- 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 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...
- By Aliyah CottonIs prepare a lynching. It cannot intercept the man, woman, or child as they make their way home. It ...
- By L. Lamar WilsonWe don’t die. We fruitful & multiply like The Good Master say. Fields of okra, snap peas, Collards, ...
- By Christa RomanoskyA break from the snapping of the earth, via Internet taxidermy, via panic dismembered into online skeleton...