Inheritances
My brother tells me he wants to save me from the shock of finding out what’s in Ma’s will.
Do you want me to read you what she said?
His phone voice...
Tent
Sometimes in the morning,
before opening my eyes,
I dream of our tent,
that tiny green dome.
From behind its walls
thin as skin, I hear birds,
leaves, a brush...
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...
I Want Better
I want better.
I find this double mindedness debilitatingAnd I am hating the outcomes that I see
I want to flee from realityBecause of...
Not long ago, saying that an artist had a production line in their studio was considered an insult. Now a production line is a proud way of life for some artists, and the new book by Michael Petry explores.
Witness Tree
Does it hurt standing there
unable to do anything but watch?
How long does it take
for soil to stop tasting
like blood?
A decade?
A century?
We all hold...
Cut and Run
1.Faced with a mango’ssweetness, I recallhow my aunt would slicethe flame-hued ovoid—
cross-hatching sections,flipping the soft skininside-out, each pieceoffering itself
to my lips or...
Yoga tape today
played fast-forward, then upward-
downward-- pen in child’s pose.
Weeds through cobblestones
pulled and piled, blown apart--
roots stay in the ground.
Dishes in the sink
are now...
