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...
The Other Side of MindEven as you’re trying to decide where to break this lineI’m right hereguiding this morning’s coffeedown the twisting tubesof your...
The Picture
there was a manwaiting under the eavesat the bathhousewhen I walked byhis camera slung around his neckcounting on the silvery blueof the oceanand...
The Rainy Season
We report the discovery of the Labord’s chameleon, with a posthatching life span of just 4–5 months.— PNAS abstract: “Unique life history...
I Don’t Know the Biochemistryof a Hummingbird
I can only wonderat this blurredwhir of evidence, cloudedin the blue fanof a thousandwings. I wantto feeltheir million...
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...
MY SPANISH IS NO GOOD
The shifting breezes barely stirred the sodden flags;the tide turned, to inch back toward the sea,spilling yonder poplars upside down.Redwing...
A Simple MachineThe noose that was used to hang John Brown is allegedly in the permanent collection at the Massachusetts Historical Society.
Frayed and wild...
The following poem was translated from Zarpamos, a selection ofpoems by the Oaxacan poet Guadalupe Ángela, translated from Spanishinto English by Yael Kiken. This...
