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freedom cartography | Poetry

freedom cartography | Poetry

freedom cartography Smack! I open my eyes as a tear escapes down my cheek. “Stop moving,” auntie says, a glare darkening her eyes. I cannot mess up her masterpiece. I close my eyes and her hands are not hers again. We sit in a town of mothers tending to the afros...
We congregate in aisle ten | Poetry

We congregate in aisle ten | Poetry

We congregate in aisle ten of the twentyfourhour walmart in that city named after cigarettes we find the light, the truth, somewhere between sara lee pies and sticky krispy kreme giggling on nothing, sipping a southern suburban flavor of late capitalist pop we search...
A Winter in Majorca | Poetry

A Winter in Majorca | Poetry

In the damp cell in Valldemossa, Chopin sits at the piano, a smear of blood across his lips. George Sand, in trousers, stands beside him, cold cigar clinched in her teeth. The pomegranate trees shiver in the wind. The ceaseless rain drums the windowpane. He is...
what she holds | Book Review

what she holds | Book Review

what she holds by d. ellis phelps ISBN: 9798672793627 Moon Shadow Sanctuary Press, September 7, 2020 122 pages, $12.00 What can we see in a memoir written in poetry? What defines true poetry? The answers to these questions are the core points of d. ellis phelps’s...
Two Poems | Poetry

Two Poems | Poetry

Owning a Hawk Feather is Illegal Crows raise a ruckus on the mountain this morning, their cacophony roused by a red-tailed hawk circling too close to their nests. The crows mob and dive-bomb the raptor until it flees and the racket stops. Later, as I walk down the...