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For so many years, my siblings and I operated as though we were living under a favorable sign, or a protective veil. We really had never exp...

What if I told you that I only feel worthy if I can be of help to someone? What if nothing anyone could say could make it better? There are ...

Yesterday, a FB friend posted about this phone number: 707-998-8410. If you haven't called it, you should do it right now. It is an elem...

Shoulda Been Jimi Savannah ~Patricia Smith - 1955- My mother scraped the name Patricia Ann from the ruins of her discarded Delta, thinking i...

If I Should Come Upon Your House Lonely in the West Texas Desert ~Natalie Diaz - 1978- I will swing my lasso of headlights across your front...

 Dear New Blood ~Mark Turcotte You don’t need me, I know, here on this podium with my poem. You hunched in the back of the room, tilted in y...

 Black Parade Darrel Alejandro Holnes Coming out isn’t the same as coming to America except for the welcome parade put on by ghosts like you...

 America is Loving Me to Death ~Michael Kleber-Diggs acrostic golden shovel America is loving me to death, loving me to death slowly, and I ...

Do you ever feel like someone is always asking you for something? You are standing in a room and octopus arms are coming at you from all sid...

 Menace to ~Taylor Johnson after June Jordan Nightly my enemies feast on my comrades like maggots on money. Money being my enemy as plastic ...

 Along the Border ~Jasminne Mendez                                         after Idra Novey On a dirt road On a drive to el campo You found ...

 My Nothings  ~Ama Codjoe You, who have bowed your head, shed another season of antlers at my feet, for years   you fall asleep to the lulla...

 Duplex: Black Mamas Praying Antoinette Brim-Bell Black Mamas stay on their knees praying. Cursing the lies folks tell ‘bout how the world d...

 To Be a Good Buddhist Is Ensnarement  ~Jenny Xie The Zen priest says I am everything I am not.   In order to stop resisting, I must not att...

 Anniversary ~Diannely Antigua Outside, an abandoned mattress sags with rain and the driveway turns all sludge when I remember I could’ve di...

 zero in on ~Claire Meuschke I turn on a light in a room I pace away from take comfort behind neon signs    nested in wires an errant mirror...

 The Seven Prisms of My Blood ~Khaty Xiong after Yvan Goll In the absent oils of your eyes two brown ores resting leisurely on the view of y...

 The Wings of Daylight  ~W. S. Merwin Brightness appears showing us everything it reveals the splendors it calls everything but shows it to ...

 from “Please Bury Me in This”  ~Allison Benis White Now my neighbor through the wall playing piano, I imagine, with her           eyes clos...

 Corpse Flower  ~Vanessa Angélica Villarreal Yesterday, the final petal curled its soft lure into bone.   The flowerhead shed clean, I gathe...