Sep 05
Dafa Rafet by Honorée Fanonne Jeffers Yaay, Baay, and Goonay, Someplace in the Gambia, c. 1756 When the mother and childwalk from the villageto gather fruit, facesrecite quotidian love. Do you have peace (Waw, waw, diam rek)Then, they are alone, and the toddlerpoints out the fat-bottomedbaobab, the mangowith its frustrating reach.Mother pierces a low-hangingjewel, and …
Sep 04
Yes, we know there are only 31 days in August, but we just had to continue posting poems through the end of this week! Breathe. As in. (shadow) by Rosamund S. King Breathe . As in what if the shadow is gold en? Breathe. As in hale assuming exhale. Imagine that. As in …
Sep 03
Yes, we know there are only 31 days in August, but we just had to continue posting poems through the end of this week! Daedalus, After Icarus by Saeed Jones Boys begin to gather around the man like seagulls. He ignores them entirely, but they follow him from one end of the beach to the …
Sep 02
Yes, we know there are only 31 days in August, but we just had to continue posting poems through the end of this week! Night-Music by Muriel Rukeyser When those who can never again forgive themselvesFinish their dinners, rear up from the chair,Turning to movies are caught in demonstrationsSweeping the avenues — Meet them there. …
Sep 01
Yes, we know there are only 31 days in August, but we just had to continue posting poems through the end of this week! American Hero by Essex Hemphill I have nothing to lose tonight. All my men surround me, panting, as I spin the ball above our heads on my middle finger. It’s a …
