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We, Made of Bone ~Mahtem Shiferraw These days, I refuse to let you see me the way I see myself. I wake up in the morning not knowing ...

No, Kanye, it’s not LIKE we’re mentally in prison  ~Erica Dawson            for my grandfather We don’t have heirlooms. Haven’t owned t...

I hope to God you will not ask ~Esther Belin I hope to God you will not ask me to go anywhere except my own country. If we go back, we wi...

Another Day ~Craig Morgan Teicher It should be difficult, always difficult, rising from bed each morning, against gravity, against d...

Hunger  ~Ama Codjoe When I rose into the cradle of my mother’s mind, she was but a girl, fighting her sisters over a flimsy doll. It’s...

Post Impressions (VI)  ~E. E. Cummings into the strenuous briefness Life: handorgans and April darkness,friends i charge laughing. ...

Elegy, Surrounded by Seven Trees ~Rachel Eliza Griffiths               for Michele Antoinette Pray-Griffiths Ordinary days deliver joy e...

Holdfast ~Robin Beth Schaer The dead are for morticians & butchers to touch. Only a gloved hand. Even my son will leave a grounded ...

To Theodore  ~George Marion McClellan Such are the little memories of you; They come and go, return and lie apart From all main things ...

The Body Remembers ~Yusef Komunyakaa I stood on one foot for three minutes & didn’t tilt the scales. Do you remember how quickly w...

It's cold and foggy out this morning, it fits perfectly with my state of mind and mood. I feel both like I am walking in the fog and y...

It’s Not Easy Being Green ~Debra Kang Dean Whatever her story is, today and every day that I’m here, she’s here in her long, quilted gr...

It's amazing how numbers can make perspective so incredibly important. Almost 21 years ago, my sister-in-law gave birth to my nephew ...

I intend to post. I draft pieces and they feel flat and ugly and stupid and they languish. But, sometimes, what I am feeling does come ...

Dor ~Nathalie Handal We walk through clouds wrapped in ancient symbols We descend the hill wearing water Maybe we are dead and don...

I used to be a roller coaster girl ~ jessica Care moore (for Ntozake Shange)  I used to be a roller coaster girl 7 times in a row No v...

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...