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Valencia Robin: Pick of the Week [ed. Terence Winch]
____________________________________________________________________ Milwaukee, 1968 Say it loud! I’m black and I’m proud —James Brown I was there the day black stopped being the worst thing you could call somebody. Right on 16th Street between Friebrantz and Olive. The day…
Old Songs | Nalini Priyadarshni
Nothing ever dies It only changes Into something else Like old songs That blow gently Into new ears To find new meanings —– Nalini Priyadarshni is a high school teacher, writer and editor. Her work has appeared at numerous magazines and international anthologies including Mad Swirl, Camel Saloon, Dukool, In-flight Magazine, Poetry Breakfast, The Riveter…
Summer Camp Quiz [by David Lehman]
1) Bug juice is a) an experiment conducted by the nature counselor b) insect repellent for canoe trips c) the fruit drink that is served at meals d) none of the above 2) The song beginning “Great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts” has all these words except a) “mutilated monkey meat” b) “chopped-up…
The Poetry Foundation’s 2023 Staff Picks | by Harriet Staff
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Let Me Dream If You Can | John Patrick Robbins
I suffer from insomnia I sleep for an hour if lucky, others view me, think I have gone insane. They are fools. For that happened after the first time I knew poison that is love. Happiness moved in and my mind escaped like some cat who saw its chance then fled never to return. We…
Knowing You | Ananya S. Guha
Knowing you I feel only that the stubble on my chin will keep growing like those endless subaltern dreams. Wishes are, are not dreams. The child next door grins with his dirty face. Smudges. Let my stubble grow into a beard of delight, passions. A beard that measures time in between tiny fingers. A beard…