Jun 12
Who But the Lord? By Langston Hughes I looked and I sawThat man they call the Law.He was comingDown the street at me!I had visions in my headOf being laid out cold and dead,Or else murderedBy the third degree. I said, O, Lord, if you can,Save me from that man!Don’t let him make a pulp …
Jun 11
A Bullfight, a Revolution, and a Langston by Indigo Moor Fondling a gin flask, Hemmingway quips, “we should liveIn the ring, not die on our butts.” The matador executesVerónica, wiping the brow of a two-ton Christ. TodayThere are no Nationalists, no Loyalists, only Spaniards. Ernest believes the Negro will have his day. That allLocked doors …
Jun 10
The Tradition by Jericho Brown Aster. Nasturtium. Delphinium. We thoughtFingers in dirt meant it was our dirt, learningNames in heat, in elements classicalPhilosophers said could change us. Star Gazer. Foxglove. Summer seemed to bloom against the willOf the sun, which news reports claimed flamed hotterOn this planet than when our dead fathersWiped sweat from their …
Jun 10
a song in the front yard by Gwendolyn Brooks I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life. I want a peek at the back Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows. A girl gets sick of a rose. I want to go in the back yard now And maybe down the alley, …
Jun 08
ode to my blackness by Evie Shockley you are my shelter from the storm and the storm my anchor and the troubled sea * * * nights casts you warm and glittering upon my shoulders some would say you give off no heat some folks can’t see beyond the closest star * * * you …
