Poem
By Remica Bingham-Risher
a man is killed in Mobile, Alabama. It is 1981, nearest what some will call the last lynching in America...
Category
Anxiety & Insecurity
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- ArticleBy Peter O’Leary
One of the most famous poems in English, one of the first encounters readers have with modern poetry—and may have even invented modern poetry.
- PoemBy Toi DerricotteWhen relatives came from out of town,we would drive down to Blackbottom,drive slowly down the congested...
- PoemBy K. IverYou’ve never seen a lilac in Mississippi. Backstage you wear lotion laced with its chemical imitation...
- PoemHe was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in...
- PoemBy John MurilloFor me, the movie starts with a black man Leaping into an orbit of badges, tiny moons Catching the sheen...
- ArticleBy Carl Phillips
Loneliness, then, means understanding—and accepting, though some days this is only slightly easier than others—that no one knows me.
- PoemBy Georg TraklAt evening autumn forests drone With deadly weapons, the golden plains And the blue lakes, above which...
- PoemBy Georg TraklFull of harmonies is the flight of birds. The green woods Have closed about the stiller huts at evening...
- PoemBy Jos Charlesits a secrete the grls speeching mye hole / inn 2 the lindens / wee go out & playe footballe / verie...
- PoemBy Adam O. Davis1. If a house is haunted like a radio is haunted If a body is a radio of blood If a body of ghosts hums...
- PoemBy S.J. Fowler & Rebecca KamenSIR, the 28 spheres of Kamen’s harmony Susceptible, inferred, immense, actual - the electron microscopy...
- PoemBy J. V. CunninghamI am no shepherd of a child’s surmises. I have seen fear where the coiled serpent rises, Thirst where...
- PoemBy Ahmad Almallahthe wound is bleeding into white the wound is threading clouds across the eye, across its view and how...
- PoemBy Lyn HejinianThe spoons have clattered Aren’t children little pears and observant birds I note that the green blanket...
- PoemBy Marie HoweThere’s always a chainsaw somewhere, the high whine of a drill, somebody building something or tearing...
- PoemBy T. S. EliotHere I am, an old man in a dry month, Being read to by a boy, waiting for rain. I was neither at the...