Poetry I take my poem to a laboratory. It smellslike chrysanthemums.A team of doctors wearing gas masks tells mepoetry is an equation with a solution....

What You Owe Me Truly this nation remains in debtDespite approving the funds necessary to address the ceilingYes, we the people,Bound by a noninclusive constitutionWith...

Advocacy There are needs that existbut no one sees them. There is pain that existsbut no one feels it. There is poverty all around usthat no amount...

Who am I Caramel thickness rich with layers of brown agaveIndigenous- my story isNampeyo’s Legacy fusing red clay with loveSerendipitousMy story is locs of painBreaking...

Hungry In high school I was voted “Always hungry” I was an athlete so this Made sense I was also a woman, so, yeah, I was constantly craving. My hunger is...

By Grace What are the graces, that helped me face the traumaIn those places far removed from scenes of loveSeen from utter darkness where the...

Diaspora CaféMy heart bass and his strength drum goboom, boom, boomnot 808s, but soul stringshand heals and open palmsorigin thumpin’ coursing gospel through the...

Kin My name means victory of the peopleIt’s a name to honor those who were given the least A name to honor the people taken from...

Stem-Winder We’ll join in protest around favors-spent praising  fate-cakes wherever the green apple leaves. We’ll circle in song the meandering candlelight vigil our voices savoring bold freedom-flavors. We’ll stand...

The Sign —to Seamus Heaney It might’ve been a joke, but spoke to melike a blackbird’s cry, giddyand defiant, not knowing this placebut feeling in place,...