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...

This article was a finalist in the 2020 DC Student Arts Journalism Competition. Click here to learn more about the competition. In many ways,...

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...

Steve Shafarman, Founded of FLEXAWARE, writes about the principles of this new exercise form, with examples.

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Fishing Poem The grandfather I never knew fished for hornpout in a pond I heard about but never saw. There my mother’s family spent summers, less...

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...