By Darius Simpson
do you remember in fifth grade
when i was all of eighty pounds
soaking wet and fully clothed
i told you…
when i was all of eighty pounds
soaking wet and fully clothed
i told you…
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- By Shann RayI .
seated at a table for two inside Caffè Florian Venice
in the room of illustrious men
what are we but… - By Elana BellOnce in a village that is burning
because a village is always somewhere burning And if you do not look… - By Inua EllamsWe were wild children / we moved through space / like blades
We were tame children / we fell to sleep… - By Linda HoganFor those who don’t come to the end of this poem,
some harsh and endless wave of ocean
will bring to… - By Dmitry Blizniukapartments are crumbling in the explosions
like rotten tree stumps.
automobiles are burning like fluff… - By Dmitry Blizniukthe basement. the remotest corner and an old man there
is curled into a thorny billiard ball.
the elbows… - By Dmitry Blizniukквартири кришаться під вибухами
як трухляві пні.
автівки згорають немов тополиний пух.
тиша здувається
і… - By Dmitry Blizniukпідвал. дальній кут і там старий
згорнутий у колючу більярдну кулю.
лікті й коліна випирають крізь … - By River 瑩瑩 Dandelionyou had to know the currents, & the sun
stay shallow to keep warm in the waters.
you had to believe you… - By River 瑩瑩 Dandelionwe wore watermelon husks to hide
lost cargo floating east to hong kong
water lilies & crickets our last… - By Frank X. WalkerThis was the first time
we really look at each other
and not be able to tell
who master the cruelest
who… - By Frank X. Walkeris just a fancy word white officers
use when they bark
roll over, nigger! or sit up and beg, boy!
—and … - By Frank X. WalkerCall her Moses, Conductor,
already Legend. Call her Nurse attending to open wounds.
Call her Thief, Grand… - By Damilola OmotoyinboEven the temple testified to the fragrance
of her hymns—before she was slain
right on the pulpit. While… - By Pamela SneedThe only antidote I may have to Trump’s election
is in a small ferry to Robben Island
one that shuttles… - By Olga LivshinDecember. In Odesa,
power stations, shelled.
Your father’s friend
shivers in his apartment
crammed with … - By Michelle Phương Hồ
On my windowsill, there are insects whose skeletal remains
remain intact. Fruit flies or gnats, I can… - By Edward SalemGod said (and already you can tell
I’m making this up),
If you lift a rock, I am there.
If you lift a finger… - By Shaina A. NezKéyah ‘ashdladiingo bił háhoodzooígíí Bidahnaat’a’í shił nilįįgo biniinaa bich’į ‘ádíshní Háálá ‘á…