End of Summer
As she steps off the bus, I notice dried tracks
on her cheeks.
The sun was out today, waving
through a cool autumn breeze
with nowhere...
Follow the Directions
It was the blue-covered cookbook she reached for every time.
She couldn’t remember when she had received it,
wondered if she had borrowed...
tonight the sun sets in its usual fashion
the spheres rotate inside themselves
and then circumnavigate bodies
in curved spacetime
my children splash diamonds
into the fire and acknowledge...
Sorting Through Mail at a Senior Home
I make small piles on my desk
To separate the residents
Who have passed and those still waiting
For letters that...
Insomne
Azules sueños cruzan la habitación a oscuras
formando el rostro de las noches
en un cielo de humedad.
Alimenta el viento
la voz del aguacero,
surca mis oídos y...
loose harvest
In another life, I was edible
flowers. I wore a fitted baby tee
that said tubular. It came to define
me. Fingerling sounds dirty—name of a...
These poems are part of a special section of the Mid-Atlantic Review, Celebrating Black History, and selected by editors Khadijah Ali-Coleman, Carolivia Herron, and...
These poems are part of a special section of the Mid-Atlantic Review, Celebrating Black History, and selected by editors Khadijah Ali-Coleman, Carolivia Herron, and...
Transformation
Everyday, I delivermyself to impossibility.I transform:Today, a bird,my slumberous bodygiving way to lightweight skeleton,sturdy muscles, aero foil wingsthat lift me, flapping or soaringkeeping me...
