By Kevin Young
Once, in winter, I was blessed
by lightning, the plane
sudden struck—the boom
of it, the cabin lit …
by lightning, the plane
sudden struck—the boom
of it, the cabin lit …
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- By Jim Johnstoneis just a garden, really.
A plot of land where you might reach down
to touch the snow
and crystallize.
… - By Zach CzaiaI'm sorry it wasn't till the end of the year
that I asked you to write about yourselves. You filled pages… - By Oladejo Abdullah FeranmiThanks to the clouds on fire, the burning sunset,
and every diminishing as beautiful as time.
Thanks… - By Patrick DundonToday I think I am healed. I do not want
what I do not have. Even the lover who sleeps
across town—one… - By Molly PeacockWhen you looked up and said, “Thank you,” I saw
your gratitude rise over us like rain.
It seemed external… - By Li-Young LeeOpen window.
Blue sun.
Green sun.
Last night
light rain fell
off and on. Thunder
rumbling nudged me… - By Remica Bingham-Rishera man is killed in Mobile, Alabama. It is 1981, nearest what some will call the last lynching in America…
- By Cornelius EadyI’m here
to tell you
an old story.
This
Appears to be
my work.
I live
in the world,
Walk
the streets… - By Rev. Robin G. WhiteThe feel of a much needed hug in a moment of sorrow
An unexpected helping hand from the stranger
The… - By Sharon BridgforthRemember
you are not poor.
Your wealth is Infinite.
It is ever present.
It cycles and circles and ebbs… - By Kinsale DrakeBecause my mama lost her daddy when she was too young
And she didn’t know how to hold her grief so she… - By Helene AchanzarI wish I had hiked the frozen hill tonight
for reception, called to tell you I had a good time
hearing… - By Richard BlancoQue será, el café of this holy, incorporated place,
the wild steam of scorched espresso cakes rising… - By Patricia SmithDear ferocious dreamer. Dear maven of song and surveyor of every flung star. Dear meandering romantic…
- By Nikki GiovanniThere is a bat
In Chile named
Micronyteris giovanniae
Dr. Robert Baker named it
After me. He discovered… - By Emily BrontëO transient voyager of heaven!
O silent sign of winter skies!
What adverse wind thy sail has driven… - By Orlando Ricardo MenesWe cannot buy it in bulk at Trader Joe's,
Swap it for gold, or hoard shares of Grace, Inc.,
To hedge… - By Elizabeth Acevedothe slight angling up of the forehead
neck extension quick jut of chin
meeting the strangers’ eyes
… - By Susan BrowneI swim my laps today, slowly, slowly,
reaching my arms out & over, my fleshly oars,
the water silken…