WHERE ARE THE SUPERHEROES?A jubilant time, the era of the superhero,that decade when a vital young President,rejuvenated by a medical breakthrough,laid down plans for a moonshot,also carried out by dedicated scientistsand...
ANNIE
I. Lament for Annie
The pink door on Locust streetsits slightly ajar.Once grand,now suffering at the hands of too many strangerswho have no idea where...
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...
The Birds Busiest Before DawnNorth Carolina, January 7, 2021
America, can you still hear us? Caged, mournful,what songs echo empty streets after all ballotshave been...
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...
Infinity
She dragsherself outfrom within
quick shallowbreathsand stands
tilts her head opensher mouth hears the earthan echoing tomb
and how does she knowwhat a tomb is
this woman withouta...
