Build You Up
By Alison Roh ParkIf it were not so scarred from your accidental
rages—uptown, upstate—I would have rested
on the cinder block of your chest.
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Alison Roh ParkIf it were not so scarred from your accidental
rages—uptown, upstate—I would have rested
on the cinder block of your chest.
By Heather DavisThe lights in your home channel 29 men, their
soot stained clothes, last breaths, crystalline sweat
let loose on black rock
By Gregory PardloUnfinished, the road turns off the fill
from the gulf coast, tracing the bay, to follow
the inland waterway.
By Chris AugustAmerica, don’t we love like oil?
Don’t our slippery arms
Pave the pores of those who need us?
By Remica L. BinghamI enter to find all the students in uniform
occupying a small room.
By Lita HooperFrederick Lake has been to prison
finished his time
convicted in 1989
By Dan VeraThurgood whispers in Sonia's ears
You know they said the same things about me?
Master two languages, graduate at the top
By Cornelius EadyA warning one white friend hisses
To the one standing nearest to me
At an Upper West Side newsstand.
By A.B. Spellmanflorene barco moved
to philadelphia &
on a visit home