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 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 Sri ChinmoyWithin, without the cosmos wide am I;In joyful sweep I loose forth and draw back all.A birthless, deathless...
- 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 Joyce KilmerNow by what whim of wanton chanceDo radiant eyes know sombre days?And feet that shod in light should...
- By Richard SikenDriving, dogs barking, how you get used to it. bow you make the new street yours.Trees outside the ...
- By Emily Wilsonstripped batting of cloud glimpsed ligaments dusk coming up under lithographic, nib-hatchings instruments...
- 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 Brandon YoungMy father said to me once your only choices are the factories. Oil stains or the selfsame bruises. No...
- By Brandon YoungOh, don’t worry, we will let our hair down tonight— but first we must remember on this stage, the queen...
- By Kinsale DrakeBecause my mama lost her daddy when she was too young And she didn’t know how to hold her grief so she...
- By Kinsale DrakeI feel god in this Taco Bell tonight: Cheese, beans, rice, the witching hour of missing someone. My ...
- 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 Brian SneedenMy daughter says she is the Wolf Singer.She plants the vertebrae of her enemieslike seeds. She’s three...