By: Joseph Ross Outside the Star Barbershop its red, white, and blue twisting barber pole announced a fraternity inside. Holding my father’s proud hand I...
By: L. Lamar Wilson I’ve driven 654 miles without sleep to make you better, but when I ask how you feel & you thrust your...
In recognition of International Women’s Day Lord, I hear of showers of blessings Thou art scattering full and free Showers thirsty souls refreshing Let...
by Brook Blander Stupid (from now that I’m here; lyrics from the mud to the sun) …is what they call her. Without regard to...
By Caits Meissner the two girls loved like a sieve and drank a river of fish and read poems too big for their mouths...
I’m on a relatively small plane on my way to Denver. I’m in the window seat. There’s no middle, just the guy in the aisle...
Anniversary I am knotted at the house screaming. The moving church careening away with my husband. Christ, they’ve committed him. But the witnesses...
By Saumya Dave Daughter Dreams Before arid fate grips these ankles and loneliness seduces my lungs I’ll offer who I never was ...
by Alessandra Lynch mademoiselles d’avignon The one we look at as the one cursed hangs her orange beast-face, a block for a...
I left my ovary on the subway last night. Stepped out. Felt light. Heard the doors close behind me, and realized I’d left my ovary...
“Poems come to stand in the place of our spines.” -Cynthia Dewi Oka “notes on Captain Ahab’s workshop/ before the poet is harpooned” We are...
one million black women and no mention of HIV/AIDS? Black Men (always in progress) living as a lesbian on 49’s final eve ...
101 Things That Are Not True About The Most Famous Black Women Alive (ebook) by Alexis Pauline Gumbs Reviewed by Sarah Mantilla Griffin The form...
Have Your Own Timeless Edition Every Black Woman for Free By Naomi Extra Arrives unassembled See instructions enclosed: ...
By Darrel Alejandro Holnes Post-Racial You have been a vegan for years and are tired of fearful fishes trembling when you fly above, tired of...
And we continue the work of justice… The Feminist Wire Collective
By Royce K. Freeman I used to be fluent. Still dream sometimes in my Native tongue. My mother tells me I would talk...
By Rosebud Ben-Oni —Baghdad Beach, Matamoros, Mexico Even the gulls scuttled from the surf: a grey arm erect and bit of shoulder wrapped in electrical...