By Karl Knights
The zoo is tough terrain; hilly.
I wheel as fast as I can —
then Mum shouts ‘Keep up!’
I stop. ‘Hand me…
I wheel as fast as I can —
then Mum shouts ‘Keep up!’
I stop. ‘Hand me…
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- By C. Dale YoungThe angle of the sun does not confuse them—
once the bees find the rosemary, they cannot
forget it is… - By Tilsa OttaOdio la violencia
Así sea hermosa y moderna
Le temo a la ciencia
Cuando hace realidad mis peores sueños… - By Felicia ZamoraWhere wor{l}d & the tangible object of that wor{l}d collide. My brain thinks traces & again, Singh’s words at the back of my throat, The unconscious is the most evasive archive of all, yet is pulsing right there inside you....
- By Felicia ZamoraI think about division. How we splice & splice & splice, mentally & anatomically. A cell becomes cells becomes exponential cells. A gorging. Always, our becoming; our something tangled in multiplicity. How the body yearns to rewild from behind muscle...
- By Cheryl ClarkeA Mass is something you say on Good Friday,
after we walk the Stations for the last time.
The radiologist will
tell me the same thing or not:
“Appears to be a carcinoma.”
Appears? - By Tilsa OttaTranslated By Farid MatukI hate violence
Even if it’s beautiful and modern
I fear science
When it makes my worst dreams come true… - By CAConradthe sign read
HARMACY after
Frank shot
the P out - By Liz HarmsBeneath me, a bright pool of blood
like the puddle of hardened sugar around
a candied apple. The color too sanguine
for the following ache—a cyst. Diameter
of a new crab apple—chronic, the doctor said,
lucky we caught it early; a risk of sepsis. Lucky,
the... - By Sarah RuhlDeath no wild thing
and you a boy,
Max.
One night in your room
(or body)
a forest grew
and the walls
(or cells) became
transparent
because brightness
invites
transparency, I guess.
Then a little boat
to hospital smells.
Doctors called
the forest cancer,
not obscuring leaves.
And you a boy.
You say:
“Why can’t people use the word
courage
instead... - By Carlina Duanin the waiting room, I watched women snap
rubber bands around their wrists, running
their hands through… - By Melvin DixonWork out. Ten laps.
Chin ups. Look good.
Steam room. Dress warm.
Call home. Fresh air.
Eat right. Rest well.
Sweetheart. Safe sex.
Sore throat. Long flu.
Hard nodes. Beware.
Test blood. Count cells.
Reds thin. Whites low.
Dress warm. Eat well.
Short breath. Fatigue.
Night sweats. Dry cough.
Loose stools. Weight loss.
Get... - By Melvin DixonThe children in the life:
Another telephone call. Another man gone.
How many pages are left in my diary?
Do I have enough pencils? Enough ink?
I count on my fingers and toes the past kisses,
the incubating years, the months ahead.
Thousands. Many thousands
Many thousands... - By Melvin DixonThis poem is for the epidemic dead and the living. Remember them?
Your neighbors, your siblings, your daughters and your sons.
This poem is for Robert, remember Bob? He told me my lover’s name
Before we had even met. Then he went dancing... - By Melvin DixonYours free without the asking
Quick delivery via overnight male,
Special Handling, or ten year incubation.
How I Lost 40 Pounds in Two Weeks
Cocktails of Perrier with a twist of AZT,
Bactrim broiled with bacon bits,
Egg lipid quiche for brunch. Our tongues
Ablaze on toast... - By Walela NehandaCrip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of
the disabled community/
a school of thought
Example: “I’m on crip time”
Meaning: Time bends differently when the universe that is
my body dictates it
Crip (noun): a Black gang that originated in... - By S.J. Fowler & Rebecca KamenOf birds then. The diagram is a symbol that brings nets down, and what gets trapped in nets, as it is expelled from our hands, and rid by water, is a thing, that reflects, traces, and symbolizes.
- By Liz BerryI crossed the border into the Republic of Motherhood
and found it a queendom, a wild queendom.
I handed over my clothes and took its uniform,
its dressing gown and undergarments, a cardigan
soft as a creature, smelling of birth and milk,
and I lay... - By Tom Andrews1.
Day brings a steady
hand, a sure breath every other day ...
My brother again on the edge of his bed,
sitting up with his eyes closed,
his palms pressed, a brief prayer.
... - By Terrance HayesBroken Earth
Year of Release: 1939
Running Time: 11 minutes
Cast: Clarence Muse and unidentified boy
I am the sick boy in the shack when the camera opens
On the sunrise and wispy silhouettes of the plow
And the fool mule and my father working a...