When I was really young my father was making a room in our garage to grow weed and told me to stay out, when I’d ask why he told me he was making me my very own “wonderland” and it was a surprise.
spare hearts
spare hearts on the dance-floor spare hearts on the train spare hearts in the sunshine spare hearts in the rain …
EDUCATION | Each Candidate’s “Black Agenda”
We share a portion of Harriot’s comprehensive analysis found in “The Root” (February 29, 2020)
“We asked policy experts, legal scholars and political pundits, all of whom were black, to help us devised a policy matrix. Then we graded each plan on a scale of 1 to 10…”
Try, Try, Try (On Art and Activism) by Carlo Rey Lacsamana
Try to hold on To this heart alive Try to hold on To this love aloud Try to hold on …
Erasure the Occupant #29 |The Only Cure is Vote Blue No Matter Who
Found in “Public health officials warn of ‘inevitable’ spread of coronavirus in U.S.” by Erica Werner, Yasmeen Abutaleb, Lenny Bernstein …
TERSE VERSE | Angola, a poem by Killah Shark
Angola never floated
Cotton grows in rows
Chained Black feet pick it
Speak as the Tree | Pale Blue Dot, by Sarosh Nandwani
When Apollo finally landed on the moon, I recall the way the imponderable became possibility. For years, I watched them …
Weekly Feature | Behind Closed Doors, a poem by Tom Barlow
Sixty-nine years, yet I’m still dumbstruck when I read about the buffoon and his clown cadre, there behind closed doors. …
A Midweek REST | Prayers on Our House Roof, a poem by Amirah Al Wassif
We were boiling bananas on the roof of our house. My mother’s laughter clutched the heart of my ears. She …
Three Sixty One
And I have killed you againWith gun, with knife, doesn’t matter.Three-sixty tons of painSure became the town’s chatter. You once …
