Poetry Tree A poem by Robin Gabbert Poetry TreeWhen I was 15, the girl with glasses,not thin, head always in a book,my favorite haunt was a large old oak,deep in my small southern woods—a secret spot for seclusion. After school,I’d... Continue Reading →
My Brownskin A poem by Divine Time My Brownskin boys always claim how they love black girls & that they “don’t discriminate” when there’s girls out there trynna imitate yet no matter how many times i’ve tried to be your ride or dieit... Continue Reading →
At the Market A poem by Karen Poppy At the Market I rely on the good folksIn my community here,Part of my air:Women in purple dresses,Men in purple dresses.People playing guitar.Darshano with his curly hair,Accent Italiano.(He drinks an espressoAnd later... Continue Reading →
One of These Days Too A poem by Tim Suermondt One of These Days Too for LeeThere is a mathematical bentto the world, a precisiondespite the chaos, quite strangebut we poets encompass multitudes,well… we do the best we can.As I rummage... Continue Reading →
Power Outage A poem by Lois Perch Villemaire Power Outage On this summer dayneighbors roam the streetsinstead of sitting in their homeswaiting for the power to return.Dogs run, people call out bemoaning the inconvenience they hold in common.When the sun begins to... Continue Reading →
The Cross A poem by Kristan Saint-Preux The Cross fill the sky with these things: the creamy queme plinth of the qoph; Bouguer's antisolar halo; iyo and rum flower mwarmwars; the saft champagne rainbows of a quaquaversal quadruple star; you... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 