Poem
By Rochelle Hurt
[as jumping from a plane. easier—a bridge. as tripping on a shoelace. as blinking your eyes. as breathing…
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Ekphrasis
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- PoemBy Rochelle Hurt[all my exes agree i’m too sensitive. inside i’m keeping track of slights on one long receipt, a diaristic…
- PoemBy Rochelle Hurt[if you marry your confession, you can live alone inside it. no priest behind the window. no wife or…
- PoemBy Shara McCallumWhy yu always ask stupid question, ee?
The man call mango head because him head
shape like mango. What… - PoemBy Ama CodjoeWhat if, Betye, instead of a rifle or hand
grenade—I mean, what if after
the loaded gun that takes two hands
to fire, I lay down the splintered broom
and the steel so cold it wets
my cheek? What if I unclench the valleys
of my... - PoemBy Mag GabbertThe effect—for those three hundred years, while the cupid remained hidden—was a kind of silence.
Like… - ArticleBy Valerie Mejer Caso
- ArticleBy Remica Bingham-RisherWhat do we uncover when we try to salvage history?
- PoemBy Krista FranklinThe handwriting is on the wall
a white smear across the face of the sky
a smear of white
a white chalk smear on a blackboard sky
an inky bleed that eats everything.
Come clean. In the dark
we all look alike,
right? Wing of a bald... - PoemBy Krista FranklinIndigo pool, color of the wings
of the biggest specimen captured
in glass in my second room, that one
iridescent, incandescent, a word
I wish every nigga knew. Not too far
back, my shadow embraced me so long
I thought I was Narcissus, pulled
deep into my... - PoemBy Krista FranklinEveryday some brown
woman pools into inky blue,
a madness that crawls up
from the floor of her and flows
out all around. I should
know, for months swallowed
in the bruise of myself
reaching to hold my hand.
The sun continues to brush
orange light intermittently
everywhere despite the... - PoemBy Abdulkareem AbdulkareemAll things begin from the spindle,
we say—life spun from graces.
I grew like rain from rumbles of my parents’
cloud, a dark dawn, admitting growth.
In the beginning, I squeeze into existence with a head,
white, silhouette-like—formed from
the stomach of the hard earth on... - Glossary Terms“Description” in Greek. An ekphrastic poem is a vivid description of a scene or, more commonly, a work of art.
- PoemBy S.J. Fowler & Rebecca KamenSIR, the 28 spheres of Kamen’s harmony
Susceptible, inferred, immense, actual - the electron microscopy provides images of the virus long in memories.
It shows grey… - PoemBy Mary Jo BangYou once sat on straw mats but clearly
it wasn’t enough.
It must not have been
since you lifted the mat a few inches
and added pegs at the corners.
You knew how legs worked,
you used them to look for your food.
Was the elevation meant...