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By Opal Moore
A small bird built a secret nest
beneath my balcony. There must be
hatchlings there, out of view.
She flies back and forth, small prey
in her beak.
Some kind of wren, I think.
Small, brown and quick. No time for
singing midday. Duty
is her instinct.
By Aurielle Marie
I always feel Black, y’ know? | I close my eyes at night & the tar behind them lids | ain’t nearly as dark as me | I wake to a thousand white daggers
By Theresa Davis
honey
you are not being judged
because your bones decided
By Jericho Brown
They said to say goodnight
And not goodbye, unplugged
The TV when it rained. They hid
By Vanessa Huang
May you rest
In peace
This night
By Jericho Brown
Not the palm, not the pear tree
Switch, not the broomstick,
Nor the closet extension
Cord, not his braided belt, but God
By Lita Hooper
Frederick Lake has been to prison
finished his time
convicted in 1989
By Melisa Cahnmann-Taylor
Bionic Feeding Woman
whips breasts out, sprays
privacy netting over him