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Disco Duty | Lorna Gray

Old Lemon-Face was forcing me to chaperone the Grade 8 disco. Friday night, the most sacred of nights in all ...
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Attraction | Gregory Canillas

you strolled into my life statuesque, black at midnight your eyes said it all as did mine we were attracted ...
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The House of Men | Stewart Shaw

There is no touching in the house of men just wrestling moves power take downs no Touching, no removing of ...
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He Wants to Read Me | Stewart Shaw

Daddy is calling from the other side Or wherever daddies call from When their echoes cease. I am paper Thin ...
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Dame Jere | Gayle Bell

Still small voice saw him first There be angels Ma’am would you mind putting these things on your walker I ...
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/ Gayle Bell, Issue 1/Winter 2017, Poetry

Fanning My Dress Tail | Gayle Bell

1968 King, Kennedy, X and the girls Mysterious aggravating Gyrating to SHOTGUN Shot before they run She had on a ...
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/ Gayle Bell, Issue 1/Winter 2017, Poetry

Untitled | Stephani Maari Booker

She seized me. She dragged me into her cavern and partook of my flesh. A lusty lion she was: mauling ...
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poem for my man | Gregory Canillas

thick, full, brown lips, i like the way they curl at the end when you’re eating fried chicken, dripping with ...
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The Ancient Theater at Delphi | Sneha Subramanian Kanta

I sat on a step, as step by step everything loomed a cry, while surrounded by silence, like the muffled ...
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Someplace Beautiful | Stephani Maari Booker

The glare of fluorescent bulbs The bland of white walls And the blah of tiled floors Are not the last ...
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Next Door | Daniel Dowe

Kids selling magazines, both from towns faraway, on my front facing porch, hanging back near the baskets that I forgot ...
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/ Daniel Dowe, Issue 1/Winter 2017, Poetry

In-Between | Clariss Flournoy

What happened to longevity Going through each other’s Darknesses and knowing that you’ll still be with me. I’ve seen couples ...
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I Wove Myself | Scarlett Peterson

Stitched a new set of lungs to sing for you. Pulled taught at the center, I molded a small waistline ...
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Fateful Encountering | Clariss Flournoy

M- I was wild and you were a lost spirit wandering through I’m a paradox, while you try to remain ...
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Before | Clariss Flournoy

It has been said that a soulmate can be a friend, a lover, even someone you won’t end up with ...
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Union Square | Terry Sanville

Veronica stares into the mirror and frowns. Using a pinky finger, she applies moisturizer to the creases around her eyes ...
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The Picnic | Rebecca Redshaw

Joe couldn't sleep. The still night air was interrupted only by the soft clicking of the blinds as the ancient ...
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The Letters | Jon MacDonald

Hollis took another turn around the faded maroon, 1950 bullet-nose, Studebaker commander. It was too much of a cliché to ...
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The Illuminated Man | Andrea Mosier

When he was translucent like an opaque canvas, his shimmering skin came alive with his unbidden thoughts. At those times, ...
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One Look | Silk Hindus

My Juliana loved to tell people how we met. Sometimes we were at a bar, or a restaurant, a friend’s ...
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Nana Loves Venus Hottentot, Kwaku Loves Kunta | Stewart Shaw

During the Middle Passage through horror and cries for home, through stench, and death, in cramped dark spaces, chains and ...
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My Gay Son | Robert Wright

My son is not gay. Neither is his brother. When I opened the door, he cried. "I already knew, Dad." ...
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Motherhood | Robert Wright

"Mom, are we rich?" he asked as he climbed into the minivan after a day of coloring and counting and ...
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Mecca | Robert Wright

I crawl slowly out of a closet forty-five years wide (i am not one for grand entrances) and shade my ...
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Intransigent | James Stryker

Maggie had conditioned herself to be calm–not quick to panic, or prone to anxiety. And while she used to be ...
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Intermezzo For Phoebe Snow | Valencia Robin Grice

Sometimes you hear a song like her song that fits like a ripe plum in your hand, the sweet flesh ...
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Sundry Notes | Sneha Subramanian Kanta

Since epochs, a secondhand book brought from a book-fair lays in my purse of an ivory blue cover and faded ...
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In the Right Place at the Wrong Time | Chad W. Lutz

It always bothers me when women come up to me in public and start making conversation as if they know ...
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Cliché This | Valencia Robin Grice

When you grow up with a view of the sun setting over, say, Lake Michigan, are you more susceptible to ...
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Hawwa Loves Padma | Zoha Khan

i.  This is a poem about how she is all the religion I need and I watch her twist and ...
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/ Issue 1/Winter 2017, Poetry, Zoha Khan

gritty re/booted by my own | Zoha Khan

I stand in the field beyond that Rumi talked about, and choke on my tears; it’s over-run by the haram ...
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/ Issue 1/Winter 2017, Poetry, Zoha Kahn