This poem is published as part of the Amplifying Disabled Voices special section, selected by editors Christopher Heuer, Marlena Chertock, and Gregory Luce.
Pain Clinic
The...
These poems are published as part of the Amplifying Disabled Voices special section, selected by editors Christopher Heuer, Marlena Chertock, and Gregory Luce.
When I...
This poem is published as part of the Amplifying Disabled Voices special section, selected by editors Christopher Heuer, Marlena Chertock, and Gregory Luce.
ODE TO...
These poems are published as part of the Amplifying Disabled Voices special section, selected by editors Christopher Heuer, Marlena Chertock, and Gregory Luce.
Surgery
Waiting is...
These poems are published as part of the Amplifying Disabled Voices special section, selected by editors Christopher Heuer, Marlena Chertock, and Gregory Luce.
This Is...
These poems are published as part of the Amplifying Disabled Voices special section, selected by editors Christopher Heuer, Marlena Chertock, and Gregory Luce.
What Do...
These poems are published connected to the partnership between the Mid-Atlantic Review and Howard University and a recent event for the Howard community.
The Guide (the flowers)First,...
These poems are published connected to the partnership between the Mid-Atlantic Review and Howard University and a recent event for the Howard community.
Wright is why I...
These poems are published here connected to the partnership between the Mid-Atlantic Review and Howard University and a recent event for the Howard community.
Where I’m From
The...
These poems are published here connected to the partnership between the Mid-Atlantic Review and Howard University and a recent event for the Howard community.
It took too...
FALLSTREETLIGHT SWITCH
The sodium-vapor streetlightswith fresnel lenses like lidded eyeshave been replacedwith horseshoe-like arcs of LED lights.As the morning stays dark longerand evening comes on...
Cloth & Sun
Chaos greets me at the door—
broken things swirl,
dust motes through worn curtains,
a breath before the next bruise.
You coil like an old cobra,
fangs...
