By Joyce Kilmer
Now by what whim of wanton chanceDo radiant eyes know sombre days?And feet that shod in light should...
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- By Rev. Robin G. WhiteThe feel of a much needed hug in a moment of sorrow An unexpected helping hand from the stranger The...
- By Lynn EmanuelLove is boring and passé, all that old baggage, the bloody bric-a-brac, the bad, the gothic, retrograde...
- By Tomás Q. MorínIn this life, there are starsand there are stunt doubles.Before I became one of those fathersobsessed...
- By Margaret WalkerFor my people For my people In an interview for Callaloo literary journal, Walker remarked: “I remember hearing...
- By Frank ChipasulaDarkness chained me to my tattered reed mat; The head of tyranny sprinkled The soot of ignorance in ...
- By Jacqueline Allen TrimbleBlack woman joy is like this: Mama said one day long before I was born she was walking down the street...
- By Voice PorterDiminishing chords Linger in the ear dissolve into ether Taking Love and melancholy Ingredients for ...
- By JoAnn Balingitmy filipino father’s art was to christen each child with a mother’s memory held close over centuries...
- By Luisa A. IgloriaWasn’t it that two, divided heard the other the wood *— through poetry by language, calling through ...
- By Debora KuanYou know sleep will dart beyond your grasp. Its edges crude and merciless. You will clutch at straws...
- By Beth Ann FennellyWe thought the birds were singing louder. We were almost certain they were. We spoke of this, when we...
- By Lêdo IvoThis morning I salute the weevil, who ruins the most precious grain. I reserve my compliments for the...
- By Laura SecordFor weeks we’ve seen some wild winds. Today, I find my hives knocked over. A season’s honey smeared ...
- By Darius V. Daughtrya poem cannot save a life cannot Luke Cage your skin fend off a dark alley attack cannot make you less...
- By Annik Adey-BabinskiGod holds my baby by her ankle Dangles her from a cloud. She is a thickened fawn Contorting in his grip...
- By Susan BrowneI know something’s cooking When you give me that look, Your eyes appearing slightly crossed Above your...
- By Nyah HardmonMy nana be born caterpillar, but she didn’t stay that way. How silly it is to live a beginning so different...
