Poetry I take my poem to a laboratory. It smellslike chrysanthemums.A team of doctors wearing gas masks tells mepoetry is an equation with a solution....

Meditation Under the Tree I think of you at every moment of the day even if there are others in the world, other wars to fix. It is...

Advocacy There are needs that existbut no one sees them. There is pain that existsbut no one feels it. There is poverty all around usthat no amount...

Who am I Caramel thickness rich with layers of brown agaveIndigenous- my story isNampeyo’s Legacy fusing red clay with loveSerendipitousMy story is locs of painBreaking...

By Grace What are the graces, that helped me face the traumaIn those places far removed from scenes of loveSeen from utter darkness where the...

Diaspora CaféMy heart bass and his strength drum goboom, boom, boomnot 808s, but soul stringshand heals and open palmsorigin thumpin’ coursing gospel through the...

Kin My name means victory of the peopleIt’s a name to honor those who were given the least A name to honor the people taken from...

Stem-Winder We’ll join in protest around favors-spent praising  fate-cakes wherever the green apple leaves. We’ll circle in song the meandering candlelight vigil our voices savoring bold freedom-flavors. We’ll stand...

collard greens: a broken sestinahauntology in black america ...

Small City Symphony The manager rushes in late, celloin one hand, orchestra foldersin the other. How can we start on timeif you’re not here? the...