Poem
By Maggie Queeney
A corruption of grammar—what knowledge
I have come by comes through the eyes To my hands—lightning runs…
I have come by comes through the eyes To my hands—lightning runs…
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that through color and cut glares the starer into a skull or a skein
of… - PoemBy Liz HowardAmid moonscape railings
cognition drained its basinone brother was born
on land black from the mineall… - PoemBy Saeed JonesThe end of the world was mistaken
for just another midday massacre
in America. Brain matter and broken… - PoemBy Remica Bingham-Rishera man is killed in Mobile, Alabama. It is 1981, nearest what some will call the last lynching in America…
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- PoemBy Toi DerricotteWhen relatives came from out of town,
we would drive down to Blackbottom,
drive slowly down the congested… - PoemBy Camonghne FelixWhat else could I say except I agree with you really am bulldozed
with grief
my strength a whistle in… - PoemBy Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukI saw a herd of toads in the gully of my reflection
Staring at each other arguing over insects
It wasn… - PoemBy Tilsa OttaVi una manada de sapos mirándose entre ellos
Discutiendo insectos en el cauce de mi reflejo
No fue rom… - PoemBy Tilsa OttaOdio la violencia
Así sea hermosa y moderna
Le temo a la ciencia
Cuando hace realidad mis peores sueños… - PoemBy Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukI hate violence
Even if it’s beautiful and modern
I fear science
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Backstage you wear lotion laced with
its chemical imitation. A ballet mistress
says relevé always as command: lift
onto the toe using only the heel.
Your ankle’s bewilderment
old as the horned owl gaze from
your mother hunched in the... - PoemBy Mike DoughtyHe was jailed for cruelty to insects, and his agent wasn’t answering the phone, so he stayed awake in the cell all night, pictures jumping around his head of the cops and the blowdryer they took as evidence. He used...
- PoemBy John MurilloFor me, the movie starts with a black man
Leaping into an orbit of badges, tiny moons
Catching the sheen of his perfect black afro.
Arc kicks, karate chops, and thirty cops
On their backs. It starts with the swagger,
The cool lean into the... - ArticleBy Carl Phillips
Loneliness, then, means understanding—and accepting, though some days this is only slightly easier than others—that no one knows me.
- PoemBy Georg TraklAt evening autumn forests drone
With deadly weapons, the golden plains
And the blue lakes, above which somberly
The sun rolls down. The night
Embraces dying warriors, the wild laments
Of their shattered mouths.
But in the willow valley silently
The outspilled blood collects, red clouds
In which... - PoemBy Georg TraklFull of harmonies is the flight of birds. The green woods
Have closed about the stiller huts at evening;
The crystal meadows of the stag.
Darkness soothes the plashing of the brook, the moist shadows
And the flowers of summer, ringing lovely in the... - PoemBy Jos Charlesits a secrete
the grls speeching mye hole /
inn 2 the lindens / wee go out
& playe footballe / verie nashenallie
how wee leeve a stall / piteus
wen the grls
speech me /
this is how u make a porno / ... - PoemBy Adam O. Davis1.
If a house is haunted like a radio
is haunted If a body is a radio
of blood If a body of ghosts
hums like blood over a valley of
bone If blood is a...