Mow Me DownHe was mowing the ditch, not with a string cutterbut with a heavy moweras I walked by he felt he needed to explain –he was shirtless because of this...
Only whiskey burns the sorrow as she grieves.
Purple velvet once surrounded golden dreams.
Both a season and a reason left on leave.
Now a memory left...
loose harvest
In another life, I was edible
flowers. I wore a fitted baby tee
that said tubular. It came to define
me. Fingerling sounds dirty—name of a...
The Swarm
1.The buzz comes again this morning,too familiar, a tingling in my buttocksand back, my middle, my ribs.Bees inhabit my body.
A poet I know...
To My Entangled Quark
Shall we sit a moment
To sip our jasmine tea and enjoy
Being in the same room
At the same table
with its flowered tablecloth?
Sun...
Dancer, Choreographer and Dance Educator Nejla Yatkin discusses tensions between commercial and concert dance, and how funding styles (American v. European) impact the development of work.
tonight the sun sets in its usual fashion
the spheres rotate inside themselves
and then circumnavigate bodies
in curved spacetime
my children splash diamonds
into the fire and acknowledge...
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...
