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By Patricia Spears Jones
And I am full of worry I wrote to a friend
Worry, she replied about what—love, money, health?
All of them, I wrote back. It’s autumn, the air is clear
By Gregory Pardlo
Unfinished, the road turns off the fill
from the gulf coast, tracing the bay, to follow
the inland waterway.
By Camille T. Dungy
Pause here at the flower stand-mums
and gladiolas, purple carnations
dark as my heart.
By Jericho Brown
Not the palm, not the pear tree
Switch, not the broomstick,
Nor the closet extension
Cord, not his braided belt, but God
By Tara Betts
Quiet girl found a voice mama could not quell
inside Nutbush City Limits. The baby
blasted beyond timid Annie Mae into Tina
By Randall Horton
The splintered body
The red-neck guards
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 Cornelius Eady
A warning one white friend hisses
To the one standing nearest to me
At an Upper West Side newsstand.
By A.B. Spellman
florene barco moved
to philadelphia &
on a visit home