by James Croal Jackson Death is in the shriveled blue and purple hydrangea bouquet I gifted you. Kathy bought the same, smaller, but they did not last so much as linger. Mom calls me from Macy’s— […]
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by Gwendolyn A. Mitchell Every once in a while, I get lost in the winter evening just after dusk. I am Downtown waiting for the 82 Lincoln, standing across the street from what should be Gimbels […]
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by Clare Welsh I don’t want it. Take back the merry-go-round, the red horse screaming at the sky. The sum of joy, a penny dropped in the ocean cracked at the bottom, so currency sinks to […]
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Lady Liberty
your huddled masses have arrived
and we can’t breathe.
Lady Liberty
You need glasses
If I love Nicaragua, I must criticize Nicaragua — Nicaragua, as a society, as a government — because I care about it. … No healthy patriotism comes from the notion that the things you love are above critique. Where there is injustice, oppression, flawed systems within your society, country, government, religion, family, we must speak out.
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Loping our way down potholed streets/
of this company town, hucking/
all the news we can wrap in red gumbands…
by Oladunni Bejide I chatter like steel beams under pressure. The rain cuts through my clothes, my smile leaves all 32 teeth exposed. I search for the bus, swaying from left to right It slows, coming […]
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