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 Virginia Street  ~Jennifer Hayashida February on another coast is April here. Astrology is months: you are February, or are you June, and w...

 Foreclosing on That Peril  ~Julie Carr I’ll keep explaining—because maybe you still don’t get it Those children in California (substitute a...

 OBIT  ~Victoria Chang The Blue Dress—died on August 6, 2015, along with the little blue flowers, all silent. Once the petals looked up.  No...

 There is a force that breaks the body  ~ Diane Seuss There is a force that breaks the body, inevitable, the by-product is pain, unexception...

 To Kathleen ~Edna St. Vincent Millay Still must the poet as of old,  In barren attic bleak and cold,  Starve, freeze, and fashion verses to...

 The Lost Woods as Elegy for Black Childhood ~Derrick Austin There used to be no one here, where cypresses and oaks play shadow puppets on s...

 Skin Tight ~Ishmael Reed The internal organs were growling According to them They did all of the work while Skin got all of the attention H...

  Songs for the People ~Frances Ellen Watkins Harper Let me make the songs for the people,    Songs for the old and young; Songs to stir lik...

 Naming the Baby ~Yesenia Montilla I couldn’t bring myself to read through Breonna’s social  media but some say she believed 2020 would be h...

  breathe we ~Juan Felipe Herrera breathe for George Floyd we   breathe for compassion we do not know what that is we another black man holy...

 Give Your Daughters Difficult Names ~Assétou Xango “Give your daughters difficult names. Names that command the full use of the tongue. My ...

 Beauty That is Never Old ~James Weldon Johnson  When buffeted and beaten by life’s storms, When by the bitter cares of life oppressed, I wa...

I have been doing some personal work over here. It doesn't feel like I am getting anywhere on this work. It's not to do list kind of...

 on empathy ~Bettina Judd what it sounds like is a bird breaking small bones against glass. the least of them, a sparrow, of course. you’re ...

 did-you-just-say-thang theory ~Tiana Reid I grew up on monopoly money and lucky charms leftover hanukkah gelt from  the friend who always h...

 Nothing ~Krysten Hill I ask a student how I can help her. Nothing is on her paper. It’s been that way for thirty-five minutes. She has a he...

 Forget Me Not ~Ann Plato When in the morning’s misty hour, When the sun beams gently o’er each flower; When thou dost cease to smile benign...

 Lines on Love’s (Loss*) ~Erica Hunt what we do not dream we cannot manufacture Art follows ear and echo covers/chooses selective eyesight s...

 Dewdrops ~Myra Viola Wilds Watch the dewdrops in the morning,    Shake their little diamond heads, Sparkling, flashing, ever moving,    Fro...

 Carnivorous, with a varied and opportunistic diet ~Daria-Ann Martineau Call me lagahoo, soucouyant. Call me other. I came ravenous: mongoos...