The Gothic Revival 1 sky cycled light, dark a bright tide of watercolor filled and ...

I hate you with the sharpness of the edges of a Viking's teeth I hate you from every part of my body - from my...

Haiku For Ella Ella FitzgeraldWas the truth and the devilIs a boldfaced lie Ode to Bass Take the chords high and lowMake that rhythm flowPush that groove...

Easter Night After a long sleep, I wake,long after the chill of sunrise services in parks,after high heels sinking into wet grass,after even late morning...

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...

Goddesses Incognito Underneath the drab, the daily, we are passionate goddesses parading in spangles glinting jewels shimmering cloth that mirror our enticing hips. Underneath ragged watchcaps, we are tender goddesses crowned in headwraps tiaras mantillas bandanas that accentuate our nobility. Underneath...

At the moment, I’m working on three creative projects. First, I'm experimenting with new mediums, including yarn, string, wax, and even household products (like...

Your Ghost Lights Me I know that you do In the afternoon Under a warm blanket Sun on the couch. I feel it Honey in my vertebrae Pulled out of my...

A new poem by John Russell Monagle