Time to bathe al fresco
watched by frosty stars and a crescent moon.
I twist quickly for warmth
beneath needle-like strands of hot water
dispensed by an ancient...
Anger. Tears. and a fleeting desire for violence
disrupt a dreamer's dream
of race-less love in world without lynching.
certain moments stoke outrage-fueled flames,
exciting anger - our...
“The stone sinks, slow, unperturbed
To the river bottom
Where the fishes come to knock on it
And listen.”
– Charles Simic
I too
would be a stone
if only I...
The following poem was translated from Zarpamos, a selection ofpoems by the Oaxacan poet Guadalupe Ángela, translated from Spanishinto English by Yael Kiken. This...
Ode to Mama’s Mac and Cheese
A recipe passed downfrom her Mamawhen she was twenty-fourand hungry.
Some kind of tomatoes,whatever noodles you can find,and any cheese...
Last Supper in Baltimore
An impressive murder of crowsdoes not makenational headlinesnor does the murder of young TaiBlack, trans, beautifulin an alley just down Lafayette
above...