By Toi Derricotte
To be born woman is to know— Although they do not speak of it at school- Women must labor to be beautiful. -...
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- By Federico García LorcaVerde que te quiero verde. Verde viento. Verdes ramas. El barco sobre la mar y el caballo en la monta...
- By Rajiv MohabirLook at your feet, so beautiful. Do not step on the ground, filth will smear them; your future will ...
- By Rickey LaurentiisBecause I should’ve wrote this years ago, I’m crying. So what my slow failure pass the years Make me...
- By Federico García LorcaGreen I want you green green wind green branches Boat on the sea and horse on the mountain Shadow on...
- By Chris AbaniA stream in a forest and a boy fishing, heart aflame, head hush, tasting the world— lick and pant. The...
- By Patti Smithpicture this. I’ll play the killer. 16 millimeter. ebony and ivory. the purest contrast. iris closed...
- By Terisa Siagatonusomeone will touch the Earth once, I wanted my own soil. tried to drown my ankles in myself. again. ...
- By Bianca Lynne SpriggsWe are all ventricle, spine, lung, larynx, and gut. Clavicle and nape, what lies forked in an open palm...
- By Roya Marsh... then Rap Gawd formed a man from the dust of the auto-tune &breathed into his nostrils the breath...
- By Britteney Black Rose KapriHouse, as in abode, as in dwelling, as in crib, as in where your inhibitions go to rest. as in jack,...
- By Bernadette HallI give thee the sun as guarantee and the Egyptian faience beads and the little silver oar that was gifted...
- By Sandra McPhersonA girl moaning: I don’t understand “Wave.” You said, Maybe you should try selected whitecaps. I saw, on a flight to Honolulu...
- By Paul BatchelorMy dear little birds, before me on my desk this morning where I sit preparing tomorrow’s lesson lies...
- By Marion McCreadymother’s malison The burr of the wind is seeping through the door, pink stumps of rhubarb are breaking through...
- By Donald Revelli How is it I can never find Or call to mind One image of Christ walking slowly in the rain, In a steady...
- By Christopher Spaidei. troppo allegro Remember seasons? Seem to recall those once were easier. Reasonably sequenced, regal...
- By Jenn GivhanI carried a bowl of menudo into the forest / I carried my bisabuela’s tripas not daring ask whose intestines...
- By Sumita Chakrabortyi how much loss gains suddenly in emphasis and brilliant sadness ii far from that which lives and turns...
- By Anne WaldmanBlood of an eye: tamarisk gall. Blood from a shoulder: bear’s breach. From the loins: chamomile. Blood from a ...