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Amplify Poets of Color, Day 14

Amplify Poets of Color

In Colorado My Father Stacked and Scoured Dishes by Eduardo C. Corral in a Tex-Mex restaurant. His co-workers,unable to utter his name, renamed him Jalapeño. If I ask for a goldfish, he spits a glob of phlegminto a jar of water. The silver letters on his black belt spell Sangrón. Once, borracho,at dinner, he said: …

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Amplify Poets of Color, Day 13

Amplify Poets of Color

Freedom in Ohio by Jennifer Chang I want a futuremaking hammocksout of figs and accidents.Or a future quieterthan snow. The leopardsstake out the backyardand will flee at noon.My terror is not secret,but necessary,as the wild must be,as sandhill cranes mustthread the meadowyet again. Thus, autumncautions the coldand the wild never wantto be wild. So whatto …

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Amplify Poets of Color, Day 12

Amplify Poets of Color

Excuse Me My Trespasses by Chiyuma Elliot Jimsoned, my words are; clovered, clustered.Excuse my hair, my platform eyes.I’m crowded by theoremsand connected investigations;they clutter the chairs, they jimmy all the locks.They return my kisses with such sobrietythat blue and slow are crowns, synonyms.I might have waited elsewhere.But looking is its own gym, its own pay-off,and …

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Amplify Poets of Color, Day 11

Amplify Poets of Color

A City’s Death By Fire by Derek Walcott After that hot gospeller has levelled all but the churched sky,I wrote the tale by tallow of a city’s death by fire;Under a candle’s eye, that smoked in tears, IWanted to tell, in more than wax, of faiths that were snapped like wire.All day I walked abroad …

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Amplify Poets of Color, Day 10

Amplify Poets of Color

Extraction, an excerpt by Tanaya Winder Can we un-suicide, un-pipeline,un-disappear our dear ones? There is no wordfor undo but many ways to say return.We never get to go back to beforeour fathers began evaporatingand our mothers started flooding themselvesinto unglobable rivers because their motherswere taken long ago. And, we are still searchingdragging rivers red until …

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