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The clearest memory I have of my friend: his body perched like a sparrow atop the tallest
tree.
The clearest memory I have of my friend: his body perched like a sparrow atop the tallest
tree.
Poem
By Jesse Holth
Poem
By Miguel A. Vega
Poem
By Allison Swenson
The hoot of being alive. Name it
whatever you
whatever you
like.
The hoot of being alive. Name it
whatever you
whatever you
like.
Poem
By Patrick Dundon
Poem
By Martha Silano
Poem
By francine j. harris
When we go together, what is the simple form we
make?
When we go together, what is the simple form we
make?
Poem
By Jane Hirshfield
Poem
By Rüştü Onur
Translated By Ulaş Özgün & Hüseyin Alhas
Poem
By Adam Wolfond
You make the tender parts of me
sing.
You make the tender parts of me
sing.
Poem
By C. Dale Young
Poem
By Rosabetty Muñoz
Translated By Claudia Nuñez de Ibieta
Poem
By Alafia Nicole Sessions
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- PoemBy Douglas Kearneylet us go then let us go then I saidand the band was I lone every which
way way my spit slicked the sax’s brass chitlins. I said such wet would
mud dust and soil red rock. I saiddoors to some room... - PoemBy Pamela SneedDespite horrible treatment
The lack of acceptance care
The threats
Giving away all I stand to inherit
Despite the lies
passing for white
The hatred towards Black women and girls
in specific me
Despite the competing
The constant need to feel better than me
at tremendous cost
Despite the selfishness
Lack of...
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