Last Supper in Baltimore by Brigittine French

Last Supper in Baltimore An impressive murder of crowsdoes not makenational headlinesnor does the murder of young TaiBlack, trans, beautifulin an alley just down Lafayette above a brick church locked duringthe day neighbor...

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Black on Black: Rothko’s Re-Imagining of Color by Sarah Amos

Artists and physicists may argue whether or not black is a color, a shade or even the absolute absence of color itself. But the iconic artist Mark Rothko doesn’t see black as any of these single, narrow definitions.

Two Poems by Donald Illich

Entranced by Fire I light the forest,see what burned looks like,more visceral than AIpictures. Flaking branches,like fish on a grill.Black smoke, crawlingalong acre after acre...

Two Poems by Rodney Johnson

Evictions When she tells you relationships end like evictions That your love is bad religion   That you lost your way That she had to murder her messiah to...

Two Poems by Regina YC Garcia

Afro Carolina Black: There is More Than One Way In case you haven’t noticed… I am BlackCarolina BlackAfro Carolina BlackAfro North Kakalak BlackEastern Afro Carolina BlackBorn...

Two Poems by Naomi Leimsider

Section/Grave/Block, Flushing NY “Charon, the ferryman of the dead, his hand on the boat-pole, calls me now: ‘Why are you tarrying? Make haste, you hinder...

Three Poems By Kate Powell Shine 

EXHAUST FOUND HERSELF INSIDE AN EMPTY SNAIL SHELL A private spiral, whiff of yuck bit off her trail of pummel slick. The shell was cold,...

Two Poems by Elisabeth Greene

Visiting Lalla Essaydi’s Revisions A security guard follows me while I visit Lalla Essaydi’s photography, paintings, and multimedia art exhibit in DC, with close pursuit in latticed space he...

Remembering Those Who Lived These Lives by Joe Baur

I’m in Bardejov, Slovakia with my camera, looking for a link to my past. Photography has never been my primary trade, but rather a...

Maida Withers on Training

As the funeral procession passed the red brick home on the way to the Salem Cemetery, the child, standing and watching from the porch,...

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