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Marie-Elizabeth Mali

Blast

By Marie-Elizabeth Mali Pulling out of Union Square station, the subway
sounds the first three notes of There's a place for us,
somewhere a place for us. A woman sits on me, shoves
Sami Miranda

we is

By Sami Miranda we is not the singular
dotted i, black figure against
a white background.
Joseph O. Legaspi

The Red Sweater

By Joseph O. Legaspi slides down into my body, soft
lambs wool, what everybody
in school is wearing, and for me
Alison Roh Park

Build You Up

By Alison Roh Park If it were not so scarred from your accidental
rages—uptown, upstate—I would have rested
on the cinder block of your chest.
John Murillo

Enter the Dragon

By John Murillo For me, the movie starts with a black man
Leaping into an orbit of badges, tiny moons
Cornelius Eady

Manchild

By Cornelius Eady A warning one white friend hisses
To the one standing nearest to me
At an Upper West Side newsstand.
Wang Ping

Solstice in Lhasa

By Wang Ping What more can you say
Nomad daughter of glaciers?
City has bleached the sun from your face
A.B. Spellman

from Things I Don’t Miss From My Youth

By A.B. Spellman florene barco moved
to philadelphia &
on a visit home
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