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By Alan King
The diner's nearly empty
when you both arrive - except for
the six or so other patrons and
a waitress who calls everyone "Hun".
By Rajiv Mohabir
A twist of cotton
daubed in oil
catches flame, an echo
By Remica Bingham-Risher
I am almost convinced this morning by the volley
of verses on each frequency, roughnecks telling it
like they want it to be, intoning You bad, baby
By Truth Thomas
There are fists making tom toms of eardrums,
boots kicking downbeats in skulls,
in every state of tinted circles.
By Andrea Assaf
This is a video poem.
By Saida Agostini
jabari says fuck that, harriet wasn’t trying turn the underground into henrietta’s. but shit, I want a hero, a full on black queer woman
By JP Howard
black women we be trying to hold worlds
on our backs, in our hearts without fail
some days we fail at perfection
By Trace DePass
[And legal] now.
[Taking full advantage of the enough he is.
Might go sign up for the war.
By Purvi Shah
You had a name no one
could hold between their
teeth. So they pronounced
By Reuben Jackson
Should my black
Lock on the other