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After the President Calls Citizens ‘Sons of Bitches’

As I watch the line of men drop to their knees, refusing to praise the God of country, the most jealous and vengeful God of...

Are You a Self-Identified Black Woman?

  Are you eligible to partake in academia? Question your acceptance letter? Not writing the other perspective? Missing the point of the assignment? Do you...

I Likened Her Hair to a River

I never thought I would go through with a one-night stand. Not because I’m religious; although I did die with salvation on the cross...

it’s hard to get a bead on god

Sometimes I try belief like a hat, tilting to see how things appear under a brim. Run my finger along the edge of a hollow & stride through...

Into Love

Every kiss that was ever kissed— every smile, every baby’s delight, a first step, a face that hides and comes back, a belly laugh—   every morning of gladness, gladness,...

Song at the End of the Mind

I think of you as a radio frequency— sometimes hard to find   as I touch the illuminated dial. But tonight you arrive   murmuring into my ear in halfsleep;   you...
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Your Beautiful Robot Face!

A playful yet poignant poem from a dystopian future. In Dustin Luke Nelson's world, robots have replaced humans but live indistinguishably from their organic predecessors

Farmer’s Market in Pandemic

The Saturday rite is now a drive-by: we’re all laid back in our masks awaiting our turn. The line stretches far down the street; no one expects to...
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An Odyssey

Day like rain, a cast iron crow Furling its wings in thin emptiness My heavy body holds the wound Deep inside black iron cloud Raining down when the...

Shelter

Went to the meditation but only the snowed-in cardinals heard me. Far from any port, we’re weighted by anchors made of phantoms. A few minutes of...

Megafauna

My hairstylist says she loves Las Vegas because it’s covered in rhinestones. I love rhinoceroses. They are my favorite odd-toed ungulates. When rhinoceroses get together it is called a crash. I would like to get...

Remembrance Day

for John W. Pritchard, Jr. We should remember all the dead of the Sixth Marines. They survived the Battle of Okinawa, its rot stench under a "typhoon of steel," then they prepared...