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late, in aqua and ermine, gardeniasscaling her left sleeve in a spasm of scent,her gloves white, her...
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- By Li-Young LeeAnd when, in the city in which I love you,even my most excellent song goes unanswered,and I mount the...
- By Tilsa OttaA nightclub doesn’t make a summerI believe more in perreoPlay everlastingIn the agitation of a critical...
- By Karen HouleOne man and one woman park the government Jeepon the gravel shoulder of the Grand River watershed.Paired...
- By William Butler YeatsI Swear by what the Sages spoke Round the Mareotic Lake That the Witch of Atlas knew, Spoke and set ...
- By Yasmine AmeliSa’id goes missing. Forty years later, my mama tells me his poems got into the wrong hands. It is the...
- By Yasmine AmeliIn another story, my baba bozorg paints flowers. He is little. His name Amir means shah, but the shah...
- By Athena NassarYou gnawed on lamb bone, teeth yet to push through your gums, where I choked up water, Mom behind me...
- By Faisal MohyuddinNeither knows why the other is there. My brother is not allowed to say. My father is dead. Stop thinking...
- By C. Dale YoungNot, as some believe, from the word genesis, the word gene came from the Greek genos meaning origin ...
- By Justin Danzywhich Timbaland claims inspired Aaliyah’s“Are You That Somebody,” a great song, yes,you must agree, ...
- By Joan Kwon GlassI get good at pretending that I don’t blame you for his death, and this is all it takes to keep you...
- By Justin DanzyNo wrought iron bars like the door at my Aunt Cherry’s house on the East Side, her husband Ben always...
- By Remica Bingham-Rishera man is killed in Mobile, Alabama. It is 1981, nearest what some will call the last lynching in America...
- By Remica Bingham-RisherBut for the grace of Godone might begin andthis must be the life of a woman. I will barely touch the...
- By Thomas TraherneI saw new Worlds beneath the Water ly,New Peeple; yea, another SkyAnd Sun, which seen by DayMight things...
- By Ada LimónMy brother holds a snake by its head. The whole length of the snake is the length of my brother’s body...
- By Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the...
- By Cornelius EadyI’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...
- By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell...