By Yi Li
I love cherries.
The fruit, juice, jam,
blossoms, prints on a summer
dress, in a black forest cake…
The fruit, juice, jam,
blossoms, prints on a summer
dress, in a black forest cake…
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- By Danielle Shandiin Emersonłeeshch’iih
across shitáá’
on the inside
of shilátsíín
from the
beesh bii’ ko’í
in the corner
of the
hogan.
My… - By Doug Gonzalezonly I stood in the rain with wet skin. I could taste the dew though it had not yet found my lips. …
- By Doug GonzalezCan You Hope Remember Remobilize Reorganize Revitalize Rewrite Relearn Repair Return Can You Know…
- By Noelani PitersI
remember I exist
at the braiding of
consciousand con
sumer,Kanaka
and culpable,
desire anddesired… - By Russell AtkinsOh didn’t it """ """ """
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- By Aram Saroyanall all
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… - By Kate Aschethe sacitself wasclearand I cleaned itlike a windowand in the windowsaw my babyour baby[birdlike…
- By Alison C. RollinsI
see you,
peeping Tom,
beside yourself with
rage at what I done did,
hands gone idle from deprivation… - By Alison C. RollinsI am
a product
of my time.
Time is a body
that resembles
a sound without a scale.
Forever foreclosed… - By Gabrielle Joy Lessansa muted longing for a
being of elsewhere without a
… - By Tishani DoshiI’ll keep this brief. I remember the shock of Mr. G’s tiger-striped trunks
at the Madras Gymkhana Club… - By Tishani DoshiThis
far north
the sun rises
and sinks in the
same spot. Insects
announce the apocalypse
and fog moves… - By Padma VenkatramanThinkhow many long yearsthis tree waited as a seedfor an animal or bird or wind or rainto maybe …
- By Marilyn NelsonLong fing- ers, how
signals flow up them
from tip and finger-
print all the way
up the arm and
the … - By Marilyn NelsonOur love still young, our marriage new,
Robert and I felt blackness as
a second vow, a spiritual seal…- Love
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- By Marilyn NelsonThe United Negro Improvement Association,
he says, his little bloodshot eyes looking out
of the dark… - By Caroline BirdI surrender my weapons:
Catapult Tears, Rain-Cloud Hat,
Lip Zip, Brittle Coat, Taut Teeth
in guarded rows…