By Dāshaun Washington
My mother kept a chest of letters
my father sent me from prison.
She didn’t let me see them
until I was…
my father sent me from prison.
She didn’t let me see them
until I was…
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- By Dāshaun WashingtonThe news said an unidentified man died today
in an accident involving several stray bullets,
fired … - By Cornelius EadyYou have to imagine it:
Who said you were too dark/too
Large? Too queer/too loud?
Who said you were too… - By E. Ethelbert Millerwhen trees bend funny and out of shape
when lightblue skies turn blueblack gray
hungry winds will
knock… - By Mayda Alexandra del ValleI want to ask you if you ever wanted to leave.
If you can see yourself living somewhere other than here… - By Alvin PangRightsized for the mi
lieu, sensorily super
human (and who’s to say how else). Leapt lengths
in single … - By Pierre JorisIt wasn't even around Pentecost
and nothing was flowering
but it was an overheated day
mid-February & mid-town... - By Ruth FainlightIt makes me glad to watch a fox
cross the road as I drive at night
through the city after a party.
I admire… - By Kira Alexis TuckerThese days, the plants are overtaking the plants,
abandoned factory packing centers overgrown
with … - By Damilola Omotoyinboseven hills beckon
the sun to a dance. two steps
forward, another to the left. kongas powder
their … - By Alice Notley"A car" "awash with blood" "Blood at our feet" "& I
& others" "have small springs" "of blood from our… - By J. Mae BarizoMorning in the city and the performance
that is Madison Avenue wearing diamond
studs for breakfast, my… - By Zoe DoradoAll the second-gen immigrant Berkeley moms somehow all
went to Stanford. I’m laughing because
I want to… - By Nick MakohaSAMO© first appears as a tag on a New York
City wall in 1978 two blocks down from Aswad
bookstore… - By Ada LimónIn the Union Square subway station nearly fifteen
years ago now, the L train came clanking by
where … - By Jayne CortezWhy do people always choose saturdays
to wig out
I mean the ones who scream leave me alone
i hate your… - By Jayne Cortezi am new york city
here is my brain of hot sauce
my tobacco teeth my
mattress of bedbug tongue
legs… - By Andrew FrisardiThe city lies back in its winding-sheet
While little digits drum a steady beat
On roofs and terraces, … - By Li-Young LeeAnd when, in the city in which I love you,
even my most excellent song goes unanswered,
and I mount the… - By Milan DěžinskýTranslated By Nathan FieldsI had taken him to his mother
and was returning along the D8.
In the breakdown lane several cars, and …