by Ray Ball, PhD The centertastes likecoconut,drunk as a delicacy.In the moonthe apocalypseof fruit.Inside it,the absence.They requirestrength.It seems incredible that they cancontain whateverI know.And that Iand theyare softin texture. Note from the author: This is a found poem. The original text is Jane E. Mangan’s critical edition of José de Acosta’s Natural and Moral History of the Indies. Ray Ball, Read More
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Firm
by Agampreet Kalra They tell me To be an Elephant. “Elephants are graceful and quiet” They stride in a walk, Even when barks pin them – Lithesome even when them mutts follow. I look at them. They have darkness in the underskin of their eyes. Muggy, Torrid. Heads bowed. Resilient. They cry because they can’t shout. They have a reputation Read More
Homage to My Middle-Aged Black Body
by Christine Taylor Because most of the time I hate this body stiff hip flexors, cracking knees sore, cystic breasts rolls and stretch marks that appear in mirrored angles I marvel when on the sidewalk escorting at the women’s clinic I swell by how completely I love this body the brownness of it its animal-like awareness, its speed getting to Read More