By Alice Oswald
It's a rush, a sploosh of sewage, twenty thousand cubic metres being pumped in, stirred and settled …
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- By Mike DoughtyHe was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in…
- By David RoderickI wear a flower in my lapel.
I like the sweetness of its lie in my nose.
A carnation, the fool’s flower… - By Michael FrazierBeen called sickle,
scythe. I know
weaponized. Look at your lineup,
your mind: so sharp,
no wonder… - By Michael FrazierJust cause he’s your blood
you can’t expect him to stay.
The wet red of men will abandon a body
if … - By Michael FrazierI ain’t off-key. I just stepped out the key
so when I return,
you can understand the key a little bit… - By Terrance HayesBroken Earth
Year of Release: 1939
Running Time: 11 minutes
Cast: Clarence Muse and unidentified boy
I am… - By Shanta LeeMama birthed me, Papa sold me in the land of weeping willows
Traces of sin trail miles across skin, … - By Lorine NiedeckerNothing worth noting
except an Andromeda
with quadrangular shoots—
the boots
of the people
wet inside… - By Marilyn NelsonMusical instruments sleep in the dark
for several hours a day:
the folks we belong to aren't always … - By Anne SextonChild, the current of your breath is six days long.
You lie, a small knuckle on my white bed;
lie,… - By Anne SextonIt was only important
to smile and hold still,
to lie down beside him
and to rest awhile,
to be folded… - By Marilyn NelsonThe United Negro Improvement Association,
he says, his little bloodshot eyes looking out
of the dark… - By Letitia Elizabeth LandonMy hand is on the lyre which never more
With its sweet commerce, like a bosom friend,
Will share the… - By Stephanie BurtComplete in ourselves,
we look like scraps of paper anyway:
left alone, we could tell
our mothers and… - By Anna Maria HongTo push and push with raw pink claws like
hands of shin. To tunnel my love through wet
earth, wet stars… - By Langston HughesThe instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you—
Then, it… - By Langston HughesMy name is Johnson—
Madam Alberta K.
The Madam stands for business.
I’m smart that way.
I had a
HAIR… - By Camille T. Dungy(February, 1841)
Melinda, I've been preparing to write.
That peculiar girl named Molly,
who has … - By Tyehimba JessI sing this body ad libitum, Europe scraped raw between my teeth until, presto, “Ave Maria” floats to…