from Explosion Rocks Springfield
I remember the breeze right before… / Burs of—was it willow—slant-falling. / The gray sidewalk, schist granules, scattering. / A brown dumpster lid smushing its green plastic, sandwich meat.… More
Six Poems by Lucas de Lima
tree we imagine in memory of the slave who preferred / 200 lashes instead of fulmination / live blood running down the trunk instead of latex in the thorax… More
Two Poems by M. NourbeSe Philip
rupert and his mother / one such family / wearing hair in dread / locks furious / fear / he will be killed / young white woman / falling apart /… More
Two Poems by Jay Deshpande
You / in the ropes / in the black ropes / shining // Come, / king, / take up / your instrument. More
Three Questions with Brian Blanchfield
I uncover here a responsibility I feel—to attempt disinhibition, to include affective knowledge, to be inside the body, to report from a place of personal discomfort or unease. Ursula… More
Three Questions with Dawn Lundy Martin
Are there languages of hierarchy that can attend to the difference between the lack of privilege experienced by the black body in America and the overt censorship in some… More
from Good Stock
Wolves howl. Soot falls from sky. // The rescuers are never prepared. / And we, here, amid a failure of images. // Scrub a spot whiter than before. /… More
from Word Problems
X’s body is covered with 8% psoriasis, 11% tattoos, 23% fat, and 62% hair. If X is a man, how much of his body is livable? If X is… More
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