By Felicia Dorothea Hemans
See’st thou yon gray gleaming hall,Where the deep elm-shadows fall?Voices that have left the earth Long...
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- By Kemi AlabiI used to pray to a man-faced god.Kept his whip beneath my bed.Set alarms for daybreak lashings.Pressed...
- By Jericho BrownAster. Nasturtium. Delphinium. We thoughtFingers in dirt meant it was our dirt, learningNames in heat...
- By Cameron Awkward-RichI wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside...
- By Karisma PriceThe Realization of a Negro’s Ambition requires melatonin & the soft dying body of a monkey face orchid...
- By Corey Van Landinghamwas, according to Virgil, always a fickle, unstable thing. Woman. Wyf. Merger of wife and man. To indicate: not-girl. Not...
- By Tilsa OttaUna estrella cayó al suelo y rebotó en la sombra del solEvoco esta escena cuando me asaltan temores ...
- By Tilsa OttaA star fell to the ground and bounced in the shadow of the sunI think of this scene when I’m taken by...
- By Dunya MikhailToday four little robins left the nest and flew away. I turn time to a month ago and see their nest ...
- By Patricia GuzmanBrother, this morning was full of movement, sun flooding the windows and dew on every green thing. The...
- By K. IverAt my beloved’s burial,I can’t see his body.Only carnations. I hearyour name and my beloved’sin the ...
- By Elane KimIt’s New Year’s. It’s New Year’s & the stars are white-hot & all your favorite dishes are flushed warm...
- By Walela NehandaCrip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of the disabled community/ a school of thought Example...
- By Kate Aschethe sac itself wasclear and I cleaned itlike a window and in the windowsaw my baby our baby[birdlike...
- By Kush ThompsonYou will tell your babies, someday, of the little house behind the wall clock. They will love most the...
- By Kush Thompsonmy doctor named this weeping. a month of quartered lemon slices sucked from skin. a month of ibuprofen in a deathless...
- By Countee CullenIf for a day joy masters me, Think not my wounds are healed; Far deeper than the scars you see, I keep...
- By Samuel GregoireMy delirium is a transformocean Rocking me like the seven thousand waves That brought Wangolo to Ziltik...
- By Kevin PruferThe brutality of those two men who broke into her apartment and murdered her boyfriend, then, as she...
- By Tristan Tzarasenseless here’s the man with the crystal contractions with the rumor of sand with a doll’s past tense...