April 1975
By Reuben JacksonShould my black
Flatlander eyes
Lock on the other
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Tara BettsI am sitting in a café with my boy
that I have known longer than my
students have been alive, before the birth
By Anastacia-Reneethe cedar tree could not comprehend
the crime could not comprehend a leaning
a lynching a love gone wrong
By Christopher SotoI’m his // retired slut // on food stamps // forever
Sniffing horse tranquilizer // seeing digital dreams
Like a kitten // with eyes sewn shut // like syzygy
By Joseph RossWhen you walk past Klans-
men, smiling at you
on your way into the court
house, wondering how
By Fred Joinera pocket can sometimes be
a kind of prison,
I have never lived in
By Wo ChanShe closed the doors
and then the blinds
and then her face, midday.
By Keith Wilsonshall i tell you, then, that we exist?
there came a light, blue and white careening,
the police like wailing angels
to bitter me.
By Keno Evolthe night i was to meet my brother for the first time in 23 years he ain’t show / absence is not what comes up from that memory / more it was the dusk in September / how fog can hide a growl
By Julie Enszerto the place where the idea
of being a pinko commie dyke
first entered her mind,