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By Lauryn Nesbitt
As long as you wake up everyday you should have
no reason to complain, right
i guess if i'm still breathing then i'm not really
By Kevin Simmonds
at least one subject
and one verb
By Camille T. Dungy
The poet's hands degenerate until her cup is too heavy.
You are not required to understand.
This is not the year for understanding.
By Marilyn Nelson
Somebody took a picture of a class
standing in line to get polio shots,
and published it in the Weekly Reader.
By Antoinette Brim
Let the moon untangle itself
from the clothesline, as coming daylight
diminishes its lamp to memory.
By Nahshon Cook
Then he explained
how the Buddha
to reflect on the body
By Reginald Harris
walk long enough
with a pebble in your shoe
and walking with a pebble becomes
By Rashida James-Saadiya
dodge words that rip into flesh
hide from clenched fist
By Patricia Spears Jones
And I am full of worry I wrote to a friend
Worry, she replied about what—love, money, health?
All of them, I wrote back. It’s autumn, the air is clear
By Gregory Pardlo
Unfinished, the road turns off the fill
from the gulf coast, tracing the bay, to follow
the inland waterway.