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Yael Flusberg

Waiting Outside The US Capital Where She Lies In State, Eve Of All Souls

By Yael Flusberg after the first three hours
the temperature dropped to visible breath.
my fall coat no longer protected and my toes
Holly Bass

The Furious Dance

By Holly Bass What is a furious dance?
It is not polite.
Does not shuck and jive or shuffle along.
Philip Metres

For the Fifty (Who Formed PEACE With Their Bodies)

By Philip Metres In the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
Joseph Ross

If You Leave Your Shoes

By Joseph Ross If you leave your shoes
on the front porch
when you run
Andrea Gibson

from Say Yes

By Andrea Gibson This is for the possibility that guides us
and for the possibilities still waiting to sing
and spread their wings inside us
Cornelius Eady

Manchild

By Cornelius Eady A warning one white friend hisses
To the one standing nearest to me
At an Upper West Side newsstand.
Quincy Troupe

The Hours Fly Quick

By Quincy Troupe The hours fly quick on wings of clipped winds
like nonsense blown from mouths of hot air—
people—including my own—form syllables, suds
Natalie Illum

IV. Wheel Spinning

By Natalie Illum The first time I saw these activists turned
acrobats, I was immobilized as they arched
through hoops, twisting like DNA.
Lenelle Moïse

Mud Mothers

By Lenelle Moïse the children of haiti
are not mythological
we are starving
Allison Adelle Hedge Coke

America, I Sing Back

By Allison Adelle Hedge Coke America, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in.
Sing back the moment you cherished breath.
Sing you home into yourself and back to reaso
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