By Karisma Price
The Realization of a Negro’s Ambition requires melatonin & the soft dying body of a monkey face orchid...
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- By Cornelius EadyI’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...
- By Toi DerricotteWhen relatives came from out of town,we would drive down to Blackbottom,drive slowly down the congested...
- 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 Sylvia ChanI want to begin this poem with two stories:1. In 1984, my mother was pulled over for speeding in a rural...
- By Bettina Juddi You can abstract anything if your psyche needs it. Anything can be turned into a past to forget— embittering...
- By Cheryl ClarkeMother Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church Nine Senior pastor state senator Name meaning “merciful...
- By Erin BelieuThe rich report greater levels of happiness, & the study goes on to demonstrate how we humans use money...
- By Rickey LaurentiisWhy doubt I’d grow breasts a ‘Natural’ way? Am I not ‘Real’ Flesh? Am I not enworthied sway of that Biology? Not...
- By Letta Neelythis concrete here is where my brother’s last breath left his body began to circulate elsewhere; some...
- By Brandon YoungOh, don’t worry, we will let our hair down tonight— but first we must remember on this stage, the queen...
- By Brandon YoungMy father said to me once your only choices are the factories. Oil stains or the selfsame bruises. No...
- 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
the sign read
HARMACY after
Frank shot
the P out - By Frank X. Walker...walk into a bar in America. Butterworth says, I’m being repackaged. Ben says, I’m being rebranded...
- By Kristín Svava Tómasdóttirsnow in most tracks stories obscured from pagebound memory these lines only attempt to save a few remarkable...
- By Isabela AgosaMy mom and I don’t spend all day talking about the white priests who raped Great Grandma Marie, unless...
- By Edward SalemI sat up in bed with my legs crossed for too long, and when they started prickling and feeling heavy...
- By Edward SalemThe Dome of the Rock was on fire, I thought. I saw people running out, shouting and fighting as smoke...