lynch
By Martha Collinsnot as in pin, the kind that keeps the wheels
turning, and not the strip of land that marks
the border between two fields. unrelated
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Manchild
By Cornelius EadyA warning one white friend hisses
To the one standing nearest to me
At an Upper West Side newsstand.
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The Republic of Poetry
By Martín EspadaIn the republic of poetry,
a train full of poets
rolls south in the rain
Nueva fábula de albañil / The New Fable of the Bricklayer
By Nancy MorejónEntre arena y gravilla,
mezcla y paleta,
va transcurriendo su vida
The Hours Fly Quick
By Quincy TroupeThe hours fly quick on wings of clipped winds
like nonsense blown from mouths of hot air—
people—including my own—form syllables, suds
What The Liberal White Woman Didn’t Know
By Toni Asante LightfootIf you came to see Moms put your clothes in the hamper
If you won’t do that then you best well scamper
Moms Mabley at the Michigan Womyn’s Festival
Torso
By Francisco AragónDespite the absent head (whose eyes
were the green of apples)
IV. Wheel Spinning
By Natalie IllumThe first time I saw these activists turned
acrobats, I was immobilized as they arched
through hoops, twisting like DNA.
Solstice in Lhasa
By Wang PingWhat more can you say
Nomad daughter of glaciers?
City has bleached the sun from your face