By Mairead Small Staid
Through the oculus of the bus terminal at Boston’s South Station, light falls
for a hundred feet. A …
for a hundred feet. A …
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- By Rose AusländerOur ship
without flag
belongs to no country
never arrives
water citizens
we travel
day and night
… - By Rose AusländerUnser Schiff
ohne Fahne
gehört keinem Land
kommt nicht an
Wasserbürger
wir reisen
in den Tag
in die… - By Anders Carlson-WeeI know you’re hungry for it.
More money. More news. Desperate
for any laurel that parades you
as happier… - By Harryette MullenWhen we come together, what shapes
the space around, defines the ground between us?
Which hand sketches… - By Harryette MullenWe all crawl under the weather, despite pleading innocence, found guilty in view of a punishing sun…
- By Rüştü OnurA tree and a fruit,
And this golden lip
On the coral cups
—laughter ...
A step song
—and another.
The… - By Rüştü OnurNe evim var Tanrım ne bahçem
Ne okyanusta kayığım
Başım ananas kokan bulutlarda
Ananas kokan sularda… - By Mag GabbertA teacher once said chaos touches everyone, so that became my refrain.
Did we want to lose all we had… - By Rose AusländerA day in exile
house without doors, windows
Time
drawn in charcoal
on the white tablet
In the box—… - By Jayne CortezI witnessed
the lynchings of Jonathan of George
and heard bulldozers coming
for our ghetto tears
and… - By Jayne Cortezornette ornette
Go listen to Ornette
Rambling Blessings
with Cherry Higgins Haden
O. D. C. B. holding church… - By Jayne CortezI wanna be bitchy
I said I wanna be a bitch
cause when you nice
true love don’t come
into your life
You get… - By Jayne CortezWarm night of flesh pimples
Alone
Fear pressing between my eyes the mark of despair
& my thighs once … - By Jayne CortezTell me about the good things
you clappin & laughin
Will you remember
or will you forget
Forget about… - By Jayne CortezHarsh Cries From
The Tomb Of
Little Rock
Blown In The Soul
Of The Pyramids
Where The Sphinx
Keep Watch… - By Jayne CortezFrom white lightnin to
bowed heads in red
rooms of pregnancy
under blackness
spread out closed in
how do … - By Jayne Cortezi am new york city
here is my brain of hot sauce
my tobacco teeth my
mattress of bedbug tongue
legs… - By Jayne CortezWhy do people always choose saturdays
to wig out
I mean the ones who scream leave me alone
i hate your… - By Jayne CortezI remember through remains
of my lip hanging cigarette
three days before your ass was dog-tagged
and…