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By Heather Davis
The lights in your home channel 29 men, their
soot stained clothes, last breaths, crystalline sweat
let loose on black rock
By Gregory Pardlo
Unfinished, the road turns off the fill
from the gulf coast, tracing the bay, to follow
the inland waterway.
By Chris August
America, don’t we love like oil?
Don’t our slippery arms
Pave the pores of those who need us?
By Remica L. Bingham
I enter to find all the students in uniform
occupying a small room.
By Lita Hooper
Frederick Lake has been to prison
finished his time
convicted in 1989
By Dan Vera
Thurgood whispers in Sonia's ears
You know they said the same things about me?
Master two languages, graduate at the top
By Cornelius Eady
A warning one white friend hisses
To the one standing nearest to me
At an Upper West Side newsstand.
By Mark Nowak
They took me right down
the hill, and
pulled up in front
By A.B. Spellman
florene barco moved
to philadelphia &
on a visit home
By Allison Adelle Hedge Coke
America, I sing back. Sing back what sung you in.
Sing back the moment you cherished breath.
Sing you home into yourself and back to reaso