The following poems are from Ori Z Soltes' new collection of poems, My Life as a Dog: Poppy Poems. The author will be reading from the collection Thursday, January 16, 2025 at...
My Greatest Performance
Long hair, curled to perfection, 5am sharp
Pink frilly dresses and sparkly eye shadow
American Eagle skinny jeans
Peach Aeropostale shirts
Magenta belt wrapped around hips
After...
Yellow Whistles, 2021
Buttercups sway in the wind on wispy stems, tiny fairies in grass forests, chirping silently of meadows and woods seeking to escape...
prelude: a small fire along the banks started withthe crumpled pages from the great americanpoetry 19th century anthologyesquire magazine coversplacemats from memorable restaurantsdiploma certificate...
No one to judge me but myself. No one to please or rubric criteria to meet. Just me, the ducks, the trees, the water, and my camera. Click. Swoosh. Quack.
“The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.”
– Charles Simic
I too
would be a stone
if only I...
These poems are part of a special section of the Mid-Atlantic Review, Celebrating Black History, and selected by editors Khadijah Ali-Coleman, Carolivia Herron, and...