LACUNA
Another sun unfurlsover chewing gumcanyons, long gnawedby your foothold.
A corpus colossus,hippocamping: you couchin fault lines, hammockedwhite matter.
Stroke mewith each toss-turn —a neuron-starved bender.
Hypoxia will choke youout, but you insist onmontauking.
Manus anchors...
Glass Dreams
In dream,my father witnessed the ceremonial conclusion of my apprentice scholar period—when my name was summoned into awakening—accepts my absence from the quorum...
I Called You Orion
when you were in my belly,small as a grapefruit seed.Within the dark of my wombyou shone of your own constellation-star glow-growing...
This poem is part of the special section, New Poems of U.S. History, reflecting on the 250th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence selected...
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...
Neon Reverie
The suit wore him—too white, too new. A cigar flared; smoke curled in balcony air. Penthouse whispers steeped in carat gold;his voice like...
The Artistic Director of the Baltimore Ballet writes about the preparations for his company's performance of "Scheherazade", one of the great classical ballets.
In this special edition of The Mid-Atlantic Review, we celebrate the publication of Brandon Douglas' new book, Dipped in Cerulean. Brandon is the 2023...
