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Poof  ~Amy Gerstler Here on my lap, in a small plastic bag, my share of your ashes. Let me not squander them. Your family blindsided me...

Self as Goat in Tree ~Mihaela Moscaliuc Nine goats scamper up the gnarly argan tree and graze it clean. They ingest the wrinkled fruit ...

Bitch Instinct ~Analicia Sotelo Before this day I loved like an animal loves a human, with no way to articulate how my bones felt in ...

Hummingbird Abecedarian ~Aimee Nezhukumatathil Arriving with throats like nipped roses, like a tiny bloom fastened to each neck, nothing...

Poem Full of Worry Ending with My Birth  ~Tarfia Faizullah I worry that my friends will misunderstand my silence as a lack of love, or...

Entry 003 from I love you and I’m not dead ~Sade LaNay New moon in midheaven, in Libra. The hermit wields two swords. Temptation overcome...

America Gives Its Blackness Back To Me ~Shane McCrae The shadow I had carried lightly has Been forced upon me now and heavy since Bul...

Beginnings ~Mahtem Shiferraw This is not how it begins but how you understand it. I walk many kilometers and find myself to be the sa...

Incantation ~Chris Abani What words can you wrap around a dying brother, still dying, even now. A man who has not eaten for a month ...

Speak Now, Or Forever. Hold Your Peace. ~Patricia Smith Two weeks after 17 students were gunned down in Parkland, Fla., hundreds of worsh...

Cento Between the Ending and the End ~Cameron Awkward-Rich Sometimes you don’t die when you’re supposed to & now I have a choice ...

Boat Journey ~Ladan Osman Sunday afternoon on a city beach. No sand, slabs of manufactured stone. I watch two blondes, maybe sisters, ...

Headwind ~Amber Flora Thomas Weak motion of grasses and tern before the sea. Worry’s school cresting here and everywhere as failings. ...

The Crocuses ~Frances Ellen Watkins Harper They heard the South wind sighing     A murmur of the rain; And they knew that Earth was lon...

A Memory ~Saeed Jones When they finished burying me, what was left of me sent up a demand like a hand blooming in the fresh dirt: When...

Sea Sonnet: Dakar, 2018 ~Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon I begged for tongues the way that I was taught—: hanala si ke andana—: whispered close...

See links below for info on Kara Springer Sculpture With Fragments of Stuart Hall ~Christian Campbell “I would have gone back,” the voi...

The Dreamer ~Paul Laurence Dunbar Temples he built and palaces of air,    And, with the artist’s parent-pride aglow,    His fancy saw h...

Burn ~Janice N. Harrington The wind then, through seams of bluestem, or switchgrass swayed by a coyote’s passing. Where the fabric gap...

Where Is She ::: Koté Li Yé ~ r. erica doyle Long ago I met a beautiful boy Together we slept in my mother's womb Now the stree...