By Darrel Alejandro Holnes
This love dares not speak its name
in some states
until your eyes say it
on a beach in Ft. Lauderdale…
in some states
until your eyes say it
on a beach in Ft. Lauderdale…
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- By Yesenia Montilla& I immediately think of Cheryl, her Malik, his beloved
obsession with the team’s orange & blue, a sunset… - By Chris WatkinsI was riding toward Damascus
to yell at some Christians and maybe
stone a few uninhibited women
when… - By heidi andrea restrepo rhodesI: My beloved is called an inconceivable beast, a spectacle diagnosed with teratoid genitalia, a chaos…
- By Langston HughesThe Roosevelt, Renaissance, Gem, Alhambra:
Harlem laughing in all the wrong places
at the crocodile … - By Louise ErdrichAugust and the drive-in picture is packed.
We lounge on the hood of the Pontiac
surrounded by the slow… - By Michael PalmerI know a silent movie star named Jane.
She speaks without moving her lips.
She once starred in a film … - By Robert HaydenAt Dunbar, Castle or Arcade
we rode with the exotic sheik
through deserts of erotic flowers;
held in the… - By Harryette MullenMy Mickey Mouse ears are nothing like sonar. Colorado is far less rusty than Walt's lyric riddles. If…
- By Victoria Adukwei Bulley& even when we said we were alone there was [ ] noise on the radio & there was [ ] noise in the car & there was [ ] noise all over the...
- By Alice OswaldIt's a rush, a sploosh of sewage, twenty thousand cubic metres being pumped in, stirred and settled …
- By Jayne CortezI witnessed
the lynchings of Jonathan of George
and heard bulldozers coming
for our ghetto tears
and… - By Jayne CortezWhy do people always choose saturdays
to wig out
I mean the ones who scream leave me alone
i hate your… - By Jayne Cortezi am new york city
here is my brain of hot sauce
my tobacco teeth my
mattress of bedbug tongue
legs… - By Jayne CortezHarsh Cries From
The Tomb Of
Little Rock
Blown In The Soul
Of The Pyramids
Where The Sphinx
Keep Watch… - By Anders Carlson-WeeI know you’re hungry for it.
More money. More news. Desperate
for any laurel that parades you
as happier… - By Noelani PitersI
remember I exist
at the braiding of
consciousand con
sumer,Kanaka
and culpable,
desire anddesired… - By Andrew FrisardiThe city lies back in its winding-sheet
While little digits drum a steady beat
On roofs and terraces, … - By Karl KnightsThe zoo is tough terrain; hilly.
I wheel as fast as I can —
then Mum shouts ‘Keep up!’
I stop. ‘Hand me… - By Li-Young LeeWhen the big clock at the train station stopped,
the leaves kept falling,
the trains kept running,
my mother…