Winter Solstice
We drive in the darkpast the open fieldsinto the neighborhood:Millions of lights on the housesin the trees—the world a-twinkle with hopewhile overhead a billion burning sunscarry on as usual.
At our...
Unsayable
That day you went the cracks of dawnThat fractured us like porcelainRan down my road. You called uponAll things but us to start again.That...
The Pruning
Deadhead the groundwhere petals lay,
not the blossomed branch, rivered& riveted
this garden, this squareof pear & pine.
Unlockthe pruning knife, cut the roses
back to thorn,...
This poem is part of a special section of the Mid-Atlantic Review, Celebrating Black History, and selected by editors Khadijah Ali-Coleman, Carolivia Herron, and...
"Blogs are a part of an ever-deepening pool of ‘new media’, and dance, like the rest of the world, is quickly diving in." Local dancer and writer Stephanie Yezek investigates the local pool.
