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 Karisma PriceThe Realization of a Negro’s Ambition requires melatonin & the soft dying body of a monkey face orchid...
- By R. L. SwihartThe young man says, “Alan can do anything he wants”“Not fly,” I sayThe young man returns a puzzled look...
- By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell...
- By Corey Van Landinghamwas, according to Virgil, always a fickle, unstable thing. Woman. Wyf. Merger of wife and man. To indicate: not-girl. Not...
- By Ama CodjoeI don’t like being photographed. When we kissed at a wedding, the night grew long and luminous. You ...
- By Li-Young LeeSad is the man who is asked for a story and can’t come up with one. His five-year-old son waits in his...
- By Sylvia ChanI want to begin this poem with two stories:1. In 1984, my mother was pulled over for speeding in a rural...
- By Richard SikenDriving, dogs barking, how you get used to it. bow you make the new street yours.Trees outside the ...
- By Brian SneedenMy daughter says she is the Wolf Singer.She plants the vertebrae of her enemieslike seeds. She’s three...
- By Cheryl ClarkeA Mass is something you say on Good Friday, after we walk the Stations for the last time. The radiologist will tell me the...
- By Felicia ZamoraI think about division. How we splice & splice & splice, mentally & anatomically. A cell becomes cells...
- By Erin BelieuMorning thick with inscrutable dinge; another season drained. I’m watching the pest control man fill...
- By R. Erica Doyleletting the words fly like smoke uncurling from our mouths we lie in bed with dykes ten years our junior...
- By Felicia ZamoraWhere wor{l}d & the tangible object of that wor{l}d collide. My brain thinks traces & again, Singh’s words at ...
- By CAConradFrank is a young boy asleep in ancient Tibet what you thought was your life is really his dream he may...
- By CAConrad“I’m here for the show” the man said looking under Frank's shirt for the door “I’m no theater” Frank...
- By CAConrad
Frank knows a
butterfly
who wonders
about her old
caterpillar
friends - By CAConrad“this is your captain” Frank says from the cockpit “all passengers wishing to bail out any time during...