Poems
“I read the line over and over / as if I might discern / the little fires set / the flames of an idea licking the page”
“Illumination,” Natasha Trethewey
an interview with olóòkun. | Poetry
in the religion native to west africa’s yorùbáland, olóòkun is the owner of all oceans. depicted with varying gender presentations both in yorùbáland and throughout the diaspora, olóòkun is also the protector of africans who were carried away during the maafa, the...
Forsyth County Cartography | Poetry
concrete sidewalks cut through suburbs that dial 911, call ma’am, what’s your emergency? there’s a man outside, praying I think, he’s not from here, he’s not from here—branched streets of three-story houses and flat screen TVs, asbestos walls beyond,...
Death Dresses | Poetry
Death Dresses A Death Doula? these words come with cop cars; hot frantic alarms incredulity The little girl insideme grew uphad kidsdied in your bed.(hysterical) This town ain’t big enough for the both of us anyway the he/him beard and my little ponies I...
Legacy | Poetry
Legacy i click my wrist bones together like two strangers kept captive i nosedive in friction and curve with the depths trapped in gaps where i just can’t find my voice yet, there— lain beneath...
Sestina for My Mother | Poetry
Atlanta Writer’s Club Presents… The Natasha Trethewey Prize for Poetry Winner: Elizabeth Bracken Sestina for My Mother When I was four, I would sit in a brown wooden chair in the kitchen and my mother would braid my hair. Then she would turn...Follow Us
