By Cornelius Eady
Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell...
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- By Sri ChinmoyWithin, without the cosmos wide am I;In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.A birthless, deathless...
- By Ama CodjoeI don’t like being photographed. When we kissed at a wedding, the night grew long and luminous. You ...
- By Joyce KilmerNow by what whim of wanton chanceDo radiant eyes know sombre days?And feet that shod in light should...
- By Kinsale DrakeI want my Luci Tapahonso cowboy with a shining belt and a good dog he likes my legs in blue jeans but...
- By Alexis De VeauxI pray for us as evening glides over implore the gods pray for us pray for this breathing planet the...
- By Alexis Pauline Gumbsthis is how i want you to love me blue over blue over blue wet til the paper buckles dark so the owls...
- By Cheryl ClarkeI could use a good ole R&B lyric right about now to face this hard absence. Only its terse verse can...
- By K. IverYou’ve never seen a lilac in Mississippi. Backstage you wear lotion laced with its chemical imitation...
- By Josh Bell“You can’t kiss a movie,” Jean-Luc Godard said, and this is mostly true, in that you cannot initiate...
- By Paisley RekdalHow horrible it is, how horrible that Cronenberg film where Goldblum’s trapped with a fly inside his...
- By K. IverAt my beloved’s burial,I can’t see his body.Only carnations. I hearyour name and my beloved’sin the ...
- By Cyrus CassellsMy friend is by no means Dracula or a werewolf, but the full moon’s mostly lawless beauty has never ...
- By Georg TraklAt evening they bore the stranger into the death parlor; a scent of tar; the faint rustling of red sycamores...
- By Walela NehandaCrip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of the disabled community/ a school of thought Example...
- By Patricia SmithDear ferocious dreamer. Dear maven of song and surveyor of every flung star. Dear meandering romantic...
- By Benjamin GucciardiWe lived in a stone farmhouse at the edge of town. I’d been assigned to process asylum claims and you...
- By Kush ThompsonYou will tell your babies, someday, of the little house behind the wall clock. They will love most the...
- By Countee CullenIf for a day joy masters me, Think not my wounds are healed; Far deeper than the scars you see, I keep...
- By DaMaris B. HillEvery wife must apologize for not being her husband’s mother? But he will not forgive you. The absence...