by Michael Burkard It's 11.9 miles to Mardela Springs. The public school's a left away from the town which is too small to be called a town. P...
by Michael S. Harper Those four black girls blown up in that Alabama church remind me of five hundred middle passage blacks， in a net， under water in ...
by Bernardine Evaristo Who do you love？ Who do you love， when the man you married goes off for months on end， quelling rebellions at the frontiers， or...
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti To summarize the past by theft and allusion With a parasong a palimpsest A manuscreed writ over A graph of consciousness at b...
by John Greenleaf Whittier No time is this for hands long overworn To task their strength； and （unto Him be praise Who giveth quietness！） the stress a...
by Christina Rossetti I plucked pink blossoms from mine apple-tree And wore them all that evening in my hair： Then in due season when I went to see I ...
by Wanda Coleman after Lowell our mothers wrung hell and hardtack from row and boll. fenced others' gardens with bones of lovers. embarking from A...
by Wanda Coleman boooooooo. spooky ripplings of icy waves. this umpteenth time she returns——this invisible woman long on haunting short on...
by Jupitor Hammon Salvation comes by Christ alone， The only Son of God； Redemption now to every one， That love his holy Word. Dear Jesus， we would fly...
by Timothy Liu whistles past hacked-down fields of corn， heading towards a boy who whittles an effigy of himself. We go on sleeping through sirens and...