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...

Hungry In high school I was voted “Always hungry” I was an athlete so this Made sense I was also a woman, so, yeah, I was constantly craving. My hunger is...

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...

The Sign —to Seamus Heaney It might’ve been a joke, but spoke to melike a blackbird’s cry, giddyand defiant, not knowing this placebut feeling in place,...

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

To Fall My father is convinced thata World Trade Center jumper appearsin an animated movie.He claims the moment a boythrew himself off a towerwas traced...

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...