by Tresa Murphy Green Did you know what it meant to the ocean when you ran from its tide? When fear exacerbated your motions & the salt waters were too vast to hide did you know […]
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by Christina Springer A night manager accepts the moon’s detritus fills ‘n empties her. In battered women’s West Virginia, my shelter is deep down the hollow’s gaping crack. Past trailers like lice, crab grass, on blocks […]
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Lady Liberty
your huddled masses have arrived
and we can’t breathe.
Lady Liberty
You need glasses
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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There’s the facts, and then there’s the truth
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In the third of our Writer’s Block installments with Cave Canem faculty, founder Cornelius Eady talks about the future of the organization and its new generation of writers.
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Cave Canem faculty member and poet Willie Perdomo on the influence of landscape on his work, the sacred space of poetry, and the voices that call to him as a writer.
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