By Mag Gabbert
A teacher once said chaos touches everyone, so that became my refrain.
Did we want to lose all we had…
Did we want to lose all we had…
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- By Hari AlluriWhere are you now? Must we say farewell tonight? So many of us wonder.
God sobs in my arms, a wounded… - By Rebecca FoustIt’s the same house, same rugs, same wallpaper, and bedroom repeating;
same dresser; same rocker. Same… - By Edil Hassanit is dark here & still you have al nur at your neck when fajr does not come
my body is the color of… - By Zeina Hashem BeckThe herons were no longer safe in the sky. They flew with prayer,
then fell to us. We hid them from … - By Willie PerdomoWe used to say,
That’s my heart right there.
As if to say,
Don’t mess with her right there.
As if,… - By Tarfia FaizullahLice? My aunt once drew a comb through my hair steady;
she wouldn’t let what feeds on blood eat my inner… - By Jalal al-Din RumiWhere did the handsome beloved go?
I wonder, where did that tall, shapely cypress tree go?
He spread… - By Angel NafisKnow what the almost-gone dandelion knows. Piece by piece
The body prayers home. Its whole head a veil… - By Jamila Woodsbeverly be the only south side you don’t fit in
everybody in your neighborhood color of white hen
brown… - By Patricia SmithGotta love us brown girls, munching on fat, swinging blue hips,
decked out in shells and splashes, Lawdie… - By Agha Shahid AliI’ll do what I must if I’m bold in real time.
A refugee, I’ll be paroled in real time.
Cool evidence… - By Kyle DarganName one revolution whose inception was unlike a fist.
Factions disparate, then tucked together—coiled… - By Anthony MadridIt is with words as it is with people: Actual beauty is rare. We call things beautiful, not as such,…
- By Luisa A. IgloriaAnd the high winds bore down, and the sky
built up that grey wall: derecho.
The taverns by the sea … - By Kazim AliWith thick strokes of ink the sky fills with rain.
Pretending to run for cover but secretly praying … - By Marilyn ChinI.
I hate, I love, I don’t know how
I’m biracial, I’m torn in two
Tonight, he will lock me in fear… - By Agha Shahid AliPale hands I loved beside the ShalimarPale . . . Shalimar The epigraph is from a 12-line poem entitled…
- By Aimee Nezhukumatathil
I’ve noticed after a few sips of tea, the tip of her tongue, thin and red
with heat, quickens when … - By Evie Shockleyhe’s as high as a georgia pine, my father’d say, half laughing. southern trees as measure, metaphor.…