The damp, rusty drawbridge before me collapses
and I begin my journey toward a destination unknown
Into the dark, dense well I drop like a stone
Winds blow and voices around me shriek and moan
I rotate and flow down the large light-less hole
Lo and behold, a vivid glow awaits my eyesight below
I hit the floating hollow blood-orange mazes scattered throughout my wide brain
I hear sounds wide and unheard before now
Sweltered is my brow and abuzz are my feet
Curious and unsure of what or whom I’ll meet, I forge ahead
Continue reading A Journey to that Land Inside My Head – Poem by Malik Roberts
What is this that you’ve got me doing?
What is this game that you’re constantly playing with me?
What are these tricks that you’re fooling me with?
What happened to love and never forget?
What are you? Rushing slowly down my spine,
What is this breeze that comes from time to time?
How is pain felt, when all I am is numb?
And what about the good times that just went all wrong?
I’m nothing more than washed away sand,
Pain and shame are read through the lines on my hands,
Sometimes they curve and extend,
Yet sometimes blood draws through every chance.
Continue reading Waiting for a Sign -Poem by Yalda Hajavi
I go dig up the horseradish
its long bitter spear of harshness
reminds me of the taste of spring
always a slight aftertaste from the year before
the resentful winter and the cold
if you mix it in, just so-
Continue reading Horseradish — Poem by Odarka Stockert
So large, so real, so present,
Oseola McCarty might just speak
from the Annie Leibovitz portrait
in the museum gallery.
Continue reading Gift of a Southern Black Woman – Poem by Davi Walders
Your verse is unpretentious, very appealing.
I could picture myself in it as a musical metaphor,
a witness to the way the formality of white maneuvers
itself blushing over snowy rage; I the traveler in the
nostalgic vessel of your short stories, induced into the
creative form of your wit for the pure sake of having
something beautiful to sing about.
Continue reading Poem of the Blank Page — by Belle Green
How often I’ve forgotten that weather
can sometimes be unseasonably cool,
setting the tone for what I’m moving
into, showing me the risks with insight
Continue reading Keep Climbing — Poem by Belle Green
Every evening that house sings in suffocation.
They welcome the night with worships.
Their memory is a big city to relocate hundreds of scales and intricate rhythm combinations.
They have a tempo meter.
Continue reading Abandoned Music — Poem by Jyothsna Phanija
It would be dull if we didn’t have differences.
If we were all alike, that would be a shame.
How terribly boring the world would be, if we were all the same.
Continue reading Beautifully Different — Poem by Vincent Ivan Phipps
Sorry Sorry Sorry my vulnerables, my daughters
I fed you tainted vegetables, washed you in dirty water
I microwaved your formula, I swaddled you in plastic,
medicated every cough with syrups now unsanctioned.
Still, I loved you fiercely and fiercely love you now.
If mothering could be redone I’d reconsider how
I trusted in the old ways, I didn’t know the dangers
of living in the world we’ve fouled. Diabetes, cancers
are growing in the very young, even you, my children.
If I had known that health was built around a heart of wellness
this heart I would have nurtured with nature’s endless plenty.
Toward your enigmatic future with these lessons, daughters, hurry.
we try to become what we desire to be
going against our family’s predestination
against genetic dispositions and family trees
dropping from branches and rolling as
far from those gnarled roots as possible
with rebellion in our hearts and savagery
Continue reading Family Trees – Poem by John JAM Arthur Miller