Waiting Outside The US Capital Where She Lies In State, Eve Of All Souls
By Yael Flusbergafter the first three hours
the temperature dropped to visible breath.
my fall coat no longer protected and my toes
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The Furious Dance
By Holly BassWhat is a furious dance?
It is not polite.
Does not shuck and jive or shuffle along.
For the Fifty (Who Formed PEACE With Their Bodies)
By Philip MetresIn the green beginning,
in the morning mist,
they emerge from their chrysalis
If You Leave Your Shoes
By Joseph RossIf you leave your shoes
on the front porch
when you run
from Say Yes
By Andrea GibsonThis is for the possibility that guides us
and for the possibilities still waiting to sing
and spread their wings inside us
Manchild
By Cornelius EadyA warning one white friend hisses
To the one standing nearest to me
At an Upper West Side newsstand.
The Hours Fly Quick
By Quincy TroupeThe hours fly quick on wings of clipped winds
like nonsense blown from mouths of hot air—
people—including my own—form syllables, suds
IV. Wheel Spinning
By Natalie IllumThe first time I saw these activists turned
acrobats, I was immobilized as they arched
through hoops, twisting like DNA.
Mud Mothers
By Lenelle Moïsethe children of haiti
are not mythological
we are starving
America, I Sing Back
By Allison Adelle Hedge CokeAmerica, 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