Poetry
“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.”
Robert Frost
Poetry has the ability to immerse you in a story instantaneously. You naturally want to flow with the rhythm and experience the words instead of reading them. That’s what caught our attention with our featured poets; their prose was magnetic and left us wanting more. We hope you feel the same way.
More of a Mother
“Years yell out what I yearn to have and to hold
as I beckon hungry hearts, babies who need milk
to get full by the love language I settle into.”
Better Weather
“Wings, wings migrate chameleon seasons free at last
to be vastly themselves in week-spans or months
according to the permission of that powerful condition: as is.”
Bounty Fills the Body
“my mahogany members are removed, ready to
take part in the final facet for hunger dissipation,
a hush, a hum, a hue lifts into the inward me”
Intimations at Age Sixty
“Yes, how dusky visions begin with that sense of the familiar unfamiliar
in settings and beings all having something of the mundane going overboard
like exam-panic cliché. “
Grandmas Granted Access
“rivers know the feet, sandals sailed, landing
past southern bondage, followed a North Star without stopping or making excuses. greatness of
these grandmas was not better for their time, but a legacy where more black females would lead”
Another Adagio
“That essence wants also the moon's rare bow
as such a faint arch between earth & sky
when the night has right rain.”
Admiration for Native Americans as a Neurodivergent Black Woman
“This is exactly what I long to have in my heritage, my community.
This is what black people need to understand about us.
We are neurodivergent. We are human. We are whole. We are strong. We are black. We are Americans.”
Some Mornings
“Their branches rise like antlers in a ceremony for a thing of holiness
& why shouldn't buds come from nubs so the bark beasts
may know worship instead of bullrings featuring arrows & swords?”
Spring Equinox
“I feel my feet on the warm earth
The sigh of green blades bending to wind
And little dots of flowers making their own return”
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Share the poetry you’ve been living with: the piece that surprises you, the one you’re obsessed with, or the one that doesn’t fit anywhere else. Whatever your voice, whatever your vision, this is a place for your poetry to be seen.