Haiku For Ella
Ella FitzgeraldWas the truth and the devilIs a boldfaced lie
Ode to Bass
Take the chords high and lowMake that rhythm flowPush that groove...
The Monuments
The monuments are goneGood riddance I sayTalk about losing a battleThey lost an entire war
Cold cast iron facesof Lee, Jackson, and Jefferson Davis,Put...
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...
Interlude
Even the Evening Grosbeaks yearn to move on,wandering from there to here to somewhere gone,
partying at the feeder for a quarter of an hourthen...
Burning Snowflakes
Radiation rains from above
Like burning snowflakes, it falls.
In awe of its beauty,
I reach out my hand.
The ash stains my palm,
Still warm to the...
Amuchechukwu Nwafor is a finalist in Day Eight's annual open-to-all poetry competition, the DC Poet Project. Read more about the DC Poet Project here and attend...
CanMan Tha Poet is a finalist in Day Eight's annual open-to-all poetry competition, the DC Poet Project. Read more about the DC Poet Project here and...
Winter Solstice
We drive in the darkpast the open fieldsinto the neighborhood:Millions of lights on the housesin the trees—the world a-twinkle with hopewhile overhead a...
Street Scene
Early evening heat rises frompavements, from cement and asphalt,carrying a scent slightly sour,slightly acrid—oily and tar-like.
Outside the café, beyond its fenced-intables, a large...