By Elizabeth Willis
What direction does your sentence move: you belonging to the land or the land belonging to you.This ...
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- By Gwendolyn BrooksThe dry brown coughing beneath their feet,(Only a while, for the handyman is on his way)These people...
- By Gwendolyn BrooksHe grew up being curious And thinking things are various. Nothing was merely deleterious Or spurious...
- By Nicolás GuillénThis animal calls itself police.Whistling plantigrade.Varieties: the English, Sherlock. (Pipe.)Carter...
- By Nicolás GuillénEste animal se llama policía.Plantígrado soplador.Variedades: la inglesa, sherlock. (Pipa).Carter, la...
- By Nicolás GuillénLynch from Alabama.Tailpiece in the form of a whipand three-pointed hooves.Tends to appearwith a great...
- By Nicolás GuillénLynch de Alabama. Rabo en forma de látigo y pezuñas terciarias. Suele manifestarse con una gran cruz...
- By Elizabeth WillisThe vulnerability of the figurehead is at the center of Jean-Michel Basquiat’s painting of Charles I:...
- By Elizabeth WillisThe shipwrecked man creates a monarchy of one. When he sees a footprint, he panics. He has to keep writing...
- By Heather ChristleMen as a subject Oof They are hard to believe in They fax prose out of their mouths When they are pleased...
- 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 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 Toi DerricotteWhen relatives came from out of town,we would drive down to Blackbottom,drive slowly down the congested...
- 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 Sylvia ChanI want to begin this poem with two stories:1. In 1984, my mother was pulled over for speeding in a rural...
- By Brandon YoungMy father said to me once your only choices are the factories. Oil stains or the selfsame bruises. No...
- By Brandon YoungOh, don’t worry, we will let our hair down tonight— but first we must remember on this stage, the queen...