Definitions after Keaton St. Micheal BOY /boi/ noun dirt stained palms & tar black feet. the soft prayer-mat of bloody knees...
The River-son’s Betrayal Ganga, the river goddess, drowned her seven sons as infants. When the Vasus were still unborn she vowed...
Why I Take My Grandmother to Church Every Sunday She replaced her husband’s limbs with wood: broken from doors in past rooms, branches...
Dowry We gave 125 pavans of gold to weigh you down—a kilo of yellow that gleamed like a tiger’s eye or like...
The Blessed Back when we belonged only to ourselves but didn’t know it, when dust coiled around our ankles with every step...
Making Love From Impersonation, Sheep Meadow Press, 2015 I reach for God and brush your breast, reach for you and brush God ...
By Martina “Mick” Powell for KJ Morris and all the beautiful people we lost in Orlando, FL on June 12, 2016 & that...
*** Elizabeth J. Colen’s most recent books include the long poem / lyric essay hybrid The Green Condition(Ricochet Editions, 2014)...
4th of July: San Bernardino 2015 South of the freeway fireworks spit out the whole of July. Booms blare louder than backfires, thundering...
By Lytasha Marie Blackwell The following piece was written while I was a junior in high school. This piece reflects my concerns, views, passion,...
On Names and to think that once, I thought you were lucky to trace trace the maps of your name to sailors and warriors...
STRONG FEMALE CHARACTER You say strong, you mean: kick-ass leather-clad midriff bared like body amour whippet-thin manga-eyed little girl-woman seeming fragile, vulnerable, weak when...
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Her Landscape He undoes the snug pony tail then gathers my hair and brushes it Each gentle motion delivers a slow tug...
xxiii. if you sit by me I won’t be able to hear the words for listening to your body. . . ....
By Taylor Bak I will write these poems until I prove you wrong, I will write these poems even if they’re a “waste...
It Saved My Life, It Made Me Tired If you call my hotline, I will simply say I’m not here. I’m sleeping under the...
Inspired by the work of June Jordan we have both offered artistic, sonic, and poetic meditations on June Jordan’s, A Poem about My Rights.