By Gwendolyn Brooks
Life for my child is simple, and is good.He knows his wish. Yes, but that is not all.Because I know ...
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- By Christian J. CollierWe were ravaged by our loss, our child. In the shower, slightly past midnight,after I’d covered the ...
- By Christian J. CollierBetween us, there are one hundred oneumber haints in our home.In bed, we discussour future, our children...
- By Heather ChristleI did not know it was possible (your constancy being among your chief characteristics) and I, bereft...
- By Joan Kwon GlassI get good at pretending that I don’t blame you for his death, and this is all it takes to keep you...
- By Joan Kwon GlassA whiskey truck passes by the window. Its logo says the crown is yours. The weary woman sitting across...
- By Gwendolyn Brooksfacial “We use Ardena here.” Madame Celeste Herself in charge, with hot tough-handed licks To tighten...
- By Remica Bingham-Rishera man is killed in Mobile, Alabama. It is 1981, nearest what some will call the last lynching in America...
- By Remica Bingham-RisherBut for the grace of Godone might begin andthis must be the life of a woman. I will barely touch the...
- By Julia FiedorczukFrom within my bodily singularityI play at sending out gentle sunbeams.I don't believe in myself, but...
- By Ada LimónMy brother holds a snake by its head. The whole length of the snake is the length of my brother’s body...
- By Ada LimónI pass the feeder and yell, Grackle party! And then an hour later I yell, Mourning dove afterparty! (I call the feeder the...
- By R. L. SwihartThe young man says, “Alan can do anything he wants”“Not fly,” I sayThe young man returns a puzzled look...
- 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 Karisma PriceThe Realization of a Negro’s Ambition requires melatonin & the soft dying body of a monkey face orchid...
- By Cornelius EadySome folks will tell you the blues is a woman,Some type of supernatural creature.My mother would tell...
- By Corey Van Landinghamwas, according to Virgil, always a fickle, unstable thing. Woman. Wyf. Merger of wife and man. To indicate: not-girl. Not...
- By Ama CodjoeI don’t like being photographed. When we kissed at a wedding, the night grew long and luminous. You ...
- By Li-Young LeeSad is the man who is asked for a story and can’t come up with one. His five-year-old son waits in his...