By Cornelius Eady
I’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...
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- By Erin BelieuThe rich report greater levels of happiness, & the study goes on to demonstrate how we humans use money...
- By Leia K. BradleyMarita, don’t tell me to pick one. I am either barefoot or wearing six-inch Pleasers— my gender is dirty...
- By James CagneyI come from the kidnapped, the assaulted— my country’tis of reparations as in-store credit backordered...
- By John TickhillIn springtime, chief of all seasons, in May when new joys rise and flourish, the sun is lord and messenger...
- By Salima RiveraOh give me a home with a big landscaped lawn four cars, a boat and a kitty. For my heart yearns to be...
- By Tomás Q. MorínIn this life, there are starsand there are stunt doubles.Before I became one of those fathersobsessed...
- By Maurya SimonDelirium in the downtown mall today: Burt Reynolds! All the henna-haired girls sneer, while their mothers...
- By Shanta LeeHunger like her mama Most strong in White gaze as in a Cowbird’s flirtation Sprouted in eyes to tongues to bellies...
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- By Rickey LaurentiisBecause I should’ve wrote this years ago, I’m crying. So what my slow failure pass the years Make me...
- By Cedric Tillmanyou know I ain’t mess w/you ’cause of yo’ friends wouldn’t have you caught slummin’ know you hood 'cause...
- By Shanta LeeMama birthed me, Papa sold me in the land of weeping willows Traces of sin trail miles across skin, ...
- By Helene AchanzarNine women at brunch all order eggs benedict. I laugh at how boring my fury. This ambition to feel myself...
- By CAConradmelting glaciers frighten me when appearing on my street as downpours a feeling I send ahead of myself...
- By CAConradGrowing up in a rural factory town I watched my creative family extend the grind oft monotonous jobs...
- By Gwendolyn BrooksJohn Cabot, out of Wilma, once a Wycliffe, all whitebluerose below his golden hair, wrapped richly in...
- By Rachel LongI feel middle class when I'm in love. I think it's all the poached eggs on bird-seed bread, staying ...
- By Lorna Dee CervantesWe were so poor. The air was a quiver of thoughts we drew from to poise, unsaid in the ineffable world...
- By Isabel Duarte-GrayThe Devil made a meal of me and all the Sundays I was sleeping. To think of all the hours, what I might...
- By Anni LiuNotice the theme of floating, our volunteer guide says, pointing to the light gray exterior walls. We take out...