Fatigue

Can you stay calm through the garish noiseWhile those around you have gone deafCan you believe in yourself and a fickle pathWhen others remove vital signs along the wayThis trilogy has poisoned the well; sullied us Created a muddy road that spirals like a rusty coilEvery weekend I drink brassy toasted kill devil Looking for…

EP: Dreams are Illegal by Nnamdi O. Chukwuocha and Al Mills

I had a dreamI had a dream that I was in AmericaI mean I was actually in the land of the beautifulAnd the home of the braveMy boss came into my office and said‘Hi Bob, how’s it going?Why don’t you take off early and here is that raise”As I pulled my Suburban, up to my…

Tainted Soil

In the seesawing dragonfly ocean, surrounded by weaving boatsand beanstalk masts that glare ashore, I sat in a kayak contemplating remembering the protest for more air, a march filled with pronouns and his miscategorized “flu” that has reduced many family dinners So much has changed but so little has coercively been reconditioned; a one-sidedness which…

EP: The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman

Mr. President, Dr. Biden, Madam Vice President, Mr. Emhoff, Americans and the world, when day comes we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry a sea we must wade. We’ve braved the belly of the beast. We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace. In the norms and…

EP: In Memoriam: Martin Luther King Jr., By June Jordan

I honey people murder mercy U.S.A.the milkland turn to monsters teachto kill to violate pull down destroythe weakly freedom growing fruitfrom being born America tomorrow yesterday rip rapeexacerbate despoil disfigurecrazy running threat thedeadly thrallappall belief dispelthe wildlife burn the breastthe onward tonguethe outward handdeform the normal rainyriot sunshine shelter wreckof darkness derogatedelimit blankexplode depriveassassinate and…

One Seat Available

Why do I have to say farewell when we still have to eat Tacos de Carnitas? Presidente’s are awaiting our orderswhile I que your song on an old radio. There is even a spot here for your coal motorbike so announce your entrance, bathe us in grumbles! I did not RSVP and now we will…

EP: On The Death Of That Most Excellent Lady By Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz

(Español)Mueran contigo, prima, pues moriste,los afectos que en vano te desean,los ojos a quien privas de que veanhermosa luz que a un tiempo concediste. Muera mi lira infausta en que influisteecos, que lamentables te vocean,y hasta estos rasgos mal formados seanlágrimas negras de mi pluma triste. Muévase a compasión la misma muerteque, precisa, no pudo…