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November 2023
[Poem-a-Week] Bread Pudding by Felicia Taylor E.
From sunup to beyond sundown, she cooked to nourish and to delight. On Sunday mornings I could smell the delicious aroma of the satisfying fragrant…
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[Poem-a-Week] Chasing Black Boots by Wendy A. Garcia
Blinking lights and mezcal, Your silhouette through my glass, Come closer, Come closer, Drink from me. Traces of you in my drink, Smokey cloves, Dancing…
[Poem-a-Week] Rebecca Archer’s Great Expectations by Aileen Cassinetto
-- after Maya Angelou It is sunrise, with hope its arrogant/ rider. How it sprang up, buoyed,/ as I ran to catch the bus and almost/ missed it. There’s…
[Poem-a-Week]The Kids Won’t Know What the Police Sirens Sound Like by free
The kids won’t know what / the police sirens sound like. / they will live to see the mountains / flourish and grow taller
[Poem-a-Week] Portrait of Icarus At A Dive Bar by Timothy Furgal
How did you get here, so far from home? His hair short, always windswept to a fault, a golden cloud. The sun went down hours ago, hiding out in the…
October 2023
[Poem-a-Week] Black Jesus by Frances Johnson
When I was three years old I met with Black Jesus / He was a velvet portrait / Tears streamed down his eyes as he wore the crown of thorns
[Poem-a-Week] Unholy Sonnet by Beverly Burch
Some days it’s all effluvia and blood soak. / Some days tongues speak so dirty they need soaping. / Sweet tumescent tissues beg for transgression…
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[Poem-a-Week] I. [English is a language...] by Lola Olvera
English is a language / that my mother will never understand — / has chosen never to understand — / because Español is the only piece of colored thread…
[Poem-a-Week] Elmer Almighty by Yvonne Zipter
My grandfather was a god to me, bronzed / from secret Ashkenazi blood and tattooed / with the scars of a workingman’s life.
September 2023
[Poem-a-Week] Domestic Violence Revenge Ghost by Syd Shaw
I blamed myself, and booze, and sleep paralysis for all I could not carry. In the dream I find a wedding dress buried in the woods.
[Poem-a-Week] Foxy by Dee Allen
You never forget your first Infatuation. Mine was the big thing Decades before Other honeys Entered the picture. Soul Cinema action queen Did her own…
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