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JP Howard black women we be trying to hold worlds
on our backs, in our hearts without fail
some days we fail at perfection
Purvi Shah You had a name no one
could hold between their
teeth. So they pronounced
Patrick Rosal A brisk sunset walk home: Lafayette Ave.
After weeks straight of triple layers
and double gloves, the day has inched
Catherine Klatzker The world was always a place of silence,
of congenital shame—even before those days
in 1967, four years before you met your love. Your
strength grew belatedly, fertilized as it was in the
knowledge that you were nothing. Your life did
not matter to anyone, except to hurt you.
Ross Gay There is a puritan in me
the brim of whose
hat is so sharp
it could cut
your tongue out
Fady Joudah Does consciousness exist only when
you name it? Was the double helix a
stranger, the nucleus the first brain?
I feel therefore I am. This is more
Rachel Eliza Griffiths I pick you up
& you are a child made of longing
clasped to my neck. Iridescent,
lovely, your inestimable tantrums,
Alison Roh Park My daddy's hands were scarred
and through the smallest details escaped
years ago I remember them a strong
brown like here is the axe that missed
Andrea Gibson Andrea Gibson performs the poem "For Eli" at the 2010 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.
Tim Seibles Tim Seibles performs "One Turn Around the Sun" at the 2014 Split This Rock Poetry Festival.