Wet Bodies by Ebony Gilchrist

Wet bodies  I rejoice for a moment, a singing Seraphim in the rain, weighed down by slick feathers. Autonomy lost for a moment; but, the promise of flight  is just enough for the mind to command the throat to open A carousel of sound- instinctive animal- claws out. My body, unrecognizable.  I am somewhere close, …

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Two Poems by Dynas Johnson

when we cook breakfast together, i forget that i’m supposed to be sad  cheeks stuffed with rice and eggs  plastic masks long laid out to be recycled  the smile you give me is a moon made  from a sugar cookie     nibbling the edges of the constellations we’ve been sowing  into our garden for…

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She. Her. Me. by Zion McThomas

She. Her. Me. I rarely ever saw my mother cry. She cried when my father passed She cried when my brother made her upset Disrespectful behavior makes her uneasy Maybe because disrespect comes to her with ease. As a Black woman, she’s always fighting. Fighting for fairness; fighting for space; fighting for rest; fighting for…

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