By Remica Bingham-Risher
a man is killed in Mobile, Alabama. It is 1981, nearest what some will call the last lynching in America...
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- By Cornelius EadyI’m here to tell you an old story. ThisAppears to be my work. I live in the world,Walk the streets of...
- By Rev. Robin G. WhiteThe feel of a much needed hug in a moment of sorrow An unexpected helping hand from the stranger The...
- By Sharon BridgforthRemember you are not poor. Your wealth is Infinite. It is ever present. It cycles and circles and ebbs...
- By Helene AchanzarI wish I had hiked the frozen hill tonight for reception, called to tell you I had a good time hearing...
- By Patricia SmithDear ferocious dreamer. Dear maven of song and surveyor of every flung star. Dear meandering romantic...
- By Emily BrontëO transient voyager of heaven! O silent sign of winter skies! What adverse wind thy sail has driven...
- By Nikki GiovanniThere is a bat In Chile named Micronyteris giovanniae Dr. Robert Baker named it After me. He discovered...
- By Beth Ann Fennellyreveals itself in retrospect. Unlike the first, whose March arrival bade you gasp, hands clasped, like...
- By Susan BrowneI swim my laps today, slowly, slowly, reaching my arms out & over, my fleshly oars, the water silken...
- By Robin BeckerThe desert is butch, she dismisses your illusions about what might do to make your life work better,...
- By Robin BeckerThink of the fox skins belted to the backs of the dancers at Santo Domingo Pueblo, a thousand fox skins...
- By Janet Loxley LewisAfter the words of the magnificence and doom, After the vision of the splendor and the fear, They go...
- By Arthur SzeBlue plums in the pewter bowl— may they wake wet in the earth the wren singing and cull the sweetest...
- By Laura SecordFor weeks we’ve seen some wild winds. Today, I find my hives knocked over. A season’s honey smeared ...
- By Tina Mozelle BrazielMy first trip, I scoured every floor of the MoMA, winding around other patrons before they could read...
- By Tina Mozelle BrazielThree hundred twenty is the number of frogs I’ve raised and released during the pandemic. Yes, I’m trying...
- By Derek SheffieldLast patches of snow all but gone and first wildflowers flecking the lawn, I walked out to the shed ...
- By Rosemary CatacalosRosario did not live long into our digital age and certainly never saw or dreamed screens in every hand...
