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By Bettina Judd
Lucy didn’t scream like most. Though sometimes she
would moan--deep, long and overdue. I’d wake
thinking death. It’s her, knees curled under, head face
down, her body trying to move out of itself. Anarcha
By Joshua Bennett
When yet another one of your kin falls,
you question God’s wingspan, the architecture
of mercy.
By Kelli Stevens Kane
blueberry blackberry as always
bleeding, back road or boulevard,
our boy crowned with baton,
By Abdul Ali
My father and I run into each other at the edge of Lower Manhattan,
World Trade Center, where there’s a movie house.
We tiptoe down the slope, making our way to our seats.
By Ross Gay
Tumbling through the
city in my
mind without once
looking up
By Rayna Momen
Unprotected sex is a woman in America.
Unprotected sex is a woman in the world.
My body is my temple and will always be
it is not some place where you go to pray
By Adele Hampton
I'm not afraid to say abortion. It's a word that falls lead-heavy out of the mouth like your tongue can't handle the weight society hangs from its unassuming letters.
By Keith Jarrett
This poem is in video format.
By Kevin Simmonds
I can write a poem
to the limbs of a grandmother
seeded in a scorched field
where her house stood
By Kamilah Aisha Moon
When you're gay in Dixie,
you're a clown of a desperate circus.
Sometimes the only way to be like daddy