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Rajiv Mohabir A twist of cotton
daubed in oil
catches flame, an echo
Truth Thomas There are fists making tom toms of eardrums,
boots kicking downbeats in skulls,
in every state of tinted circles.
Trace DePass [And legal] now.
[Taking full advantage of the enough he is.
Might go sign up for the war.
Reuben Jackson Should my black
Lock on the other
Joseph Ross When you walk past Klans-
men, smiling at you
on your way into the court
house, wondering how
Fred Joiner a pocket can sometimes be
a kind of prison,
I have never lived in
José B. González my mouth agape for these english words made of stone
their sharpness could split my tongue, but one by one
i’ll use them to build a wall, one by one
Keith Wilson shall i tell you, then, that we exist?
there came a light, blue and white careening,
the police like wailing angels
to bitter me.
Keno Evol the night i was to meet my brother for the first time in 23 years he ain’t show / absence is not what comes up from that memory / more it was the dusk in September / how fog can hide a growl
Kaveh Akbar Some days we can see Venus in mid-afternoon. Then at night, stars
separated by billions of miles, light travelling years
to die in the back of an eye.