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Four Poems by Craig Flaherty

audience my brain guides the fingers each a handpatterns sequences of line hardly a chordfor or against and the surprising key change my eye leads scouts...

Four Poems by Regie Cabico

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....

Three Poems by Indran Amirthanayagam

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...

What You Owe Me by Monica Leak

What You Owe Me Truly this nation remains in debtDespite approving the funds necessary to address the ceilingYes, we the people,Bound by a noninclusive constitutionWith...

Two Poems by Maritza Rivera

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 by Miko Reed

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 by Ashanee Kottage

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...

Two Poems by Andre Taylor

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...

Four Poems by Stephani E.D. McDow

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

Three Poems by Nick Leininger

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...

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Two Poems by Bill Ratner

They Send Me to the City to Stay with My Auntie I hang my jacket in the hallwayher apartment is oldmade from shoestring potatoesit smells...

 IF FREEDOM DIES by Alan Abrams

IF FREEDOM DIES What’s next for us, if freedom dies–For those of us, they smear as woken—must we wear their yoke of lies? They seal their...

Three Poems by Lesley Younge

Rock Paper Scissors Water. water to rub rock smooth water to rust scissors shutwater to dissolve paper into nothingnessthen return it to the cannibal trees waterwaterwaterwaterwaterwaterwater water to...
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