These poems are published connected to the partnership between the Mid-Atlantic Review and Howard University and a recent event for the Howard community.
Broke Tin Pan Alley
Hitchcock...
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...
These poems are published connected to the partnership between the Mid-Atlantic Review and Howard University and a recent event for the Howard community.
Imaginefor Natalie...
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.
Mother’s...
Change of Elevation
When we first moved here, birds—red-headed house finches, I believe,a family—twittering high up
in the blue spruce that hangsfrom the neighbor’s yard. You...
ZULU, THE LANCE AND THE LANGUAGE
First, the language refused to enter my ear and be understood.
Instead I chased words around,
words that hovered beyond grasp
and...
Firework ScarsI stepped by the waterfall,memories restless, awakenedfrom induced night slumber,drugged with bottle contentsuntil the pain of tears vanishedUntil the misery of wrought hands,twisted...
New Day, New War
dawn breaks over dust—jets thunder into IranIsrael’s warning
missiles cross at dusk—sirens bloom in BeershebaTel Aviv trembles
bunker busters boom—America joins the fraycall...
Glass Houses
We hide behind glass—thin, trembling breath,shattered silence,each crack a raw wound,a secret bleeding light.Truth fractures us—yet in jagged breaks,strength flickers, trembling,not a mask,...
