‘N’em
By Jericho BrownThey said to say goodnight
And not goodbye, unplugged
The TV when it rained. They hid
Calling poets to a greater role in public life and fostering a national network of socially engaged poets.
By Jericho BrownThey said to say goodnight
And not goodbye, unplugged
The TV when it rained. They hid
By Remica L. BinghamThe weight of my parents,
the dawn of them;
my grandmother's lackluster
By Samiya BashirBrother I don't either understand this
skipscrapple world that is--these
slick bubble cars zip feverish down
By Jonathan B. Tuckerpardon our appearance
as we grow to better serve you
says the sign on the fence
By Quraysh Ali Lansanai've heard tell of a hustle
in brooklyn where clever folks
throw themselves in front of cars
By Carolee Bennett SherwoodThey build boxes upon boxes, great honeycomb cities. Rumbling
trucks deliver parcels of pollen. Pretzel vendors leave good luck
trails of salt along the sidewalks. Busy taxi cab tongues lick up
By Marc A. Drexlerchildren in
certain neighborhoods
should know better than to
sit by a window
By Tarfia FaizullahIn Grandmother's house,
we are each a room that
must remain locked. Inside
By Antoinette BrimLet the moon untangle itself
from the clothesline, as coming daylight
diminishes its lamp to memory.