By Yi Li
I love cherries.
The fruit, juice, jam,
blossoms, prints on a summer
dress, in a black forest cake…
The fruit, juice, jam,
blossoms, prints on a summer
dress, in a black forest cake…
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- By Noelani PitersI
remember I exist
at the braiding of
consciousand con
sumer,Kanaka
and culpable,
desire anddesired… - By Russell AtkinsOh didn’t it """ """ """
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all all - By Alison C. RollinsI
see you,
peeping Tom,
beside yourself with
rage at what I done did,
hands gone idle from deprivation… - By Alison C. RollinsI am
a product
of my time.
Time is a body
that resembles
a sound without a scale.
Forever foreclosed… - By Gabrielle Joy Lessansa muted longing for a
being of elsewhere without a
… - By Tishani DoshiI’ll keep this brief. I remember the shock of Mr. G’s tiger-striped trunks
at the Madras Gymkhana Club… - By Tishani DoshiThis
far north
the sun rises
and sinks in the
same spot. Insects
announce the apocalypse
and fog moves… - By Marilyn NelsonOur love still young, our marriage new,
Robert and I felt blackness as
a second vow, a spiritual seal…- Love
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- By Marilyn NelsonThe United Negro Improvement Association,
he says, his little bloodshot eyes looking out
of the dark… - By Marilyn NelsonLong fing- ers, how
signals flow up them
from tip and finger-
print all the way
up the arm and
the … - By Caroline BirdI surrender my weapons:
Catapult Tears, Rain-Cloud Hat,
Lip Zip, Brittle Coat, Taut Teeth
in guarded rows… - By E. E. Cummingsin Just-
spring when the world is mud-
luscious the little
lame balloonman
whistles far and wee
and… - By George Starbuck* O fury- bedecked! O glitter-torn! Let the wild wind erect bonbonbonanzas; junipers affect frostyfreeze…
- By Lorna Dee CervantesCherry plums suck a week’s soak,
overnight they explode into the scenery of before
your touch. The curtains… - By Amit MajmudarEvery tripod-
toting birder
knows it never
nests on urban
girders. Even
fences set its
scalded-crimson
head… - By Kamau BrathwaiteOut of this roar of innumerable demons
hot cinema tarzan sweat
rolling moth ball eyes yellow teeth … - By James LasdunMy stylist
calls me darling,
says Hi I’m Dee, and asks what I’d like today, smiling.
My hair back, I tell… - By Robert HerrickFame’s pillar here at last we set,
Out-during marble, brass or jet;
Charmed and enchanted so
As …