Lost Melaninby Capri Wise *scrolling* *scrolling* Stop! My fingertips stopping instantly “64,000 Black Women Currently Missing In the U.S.” My pupils...
Note from the Editorial StaffEkphrasis, a style of poetry that aims to describe a work of visual art in a way that deepens the experience of both poem and image, is a...
Colorsby Ajanee Suber What is color? Is green a blade of grass or a bright shiny apple. What about red, the color you said you see when you...
Darkest Nightby Grant Sowels The darkest night is defined by the sharpest light. Amidst the capricious Maryland climate On a highway shrouded by...
Who and What Gave You the Rightby Tedria Smith Who told you to claim my body? You tower over me with your masculinity Taking control. Does no not mean no to you? You’re...
Can I Breathe?by Tedria Smith They want my advice, but I don’t have any. They want me to listen to their stories and respond. They want to call me at...
Ode to Mary Janeby D’Asia Smith Oh, Mary who I so happen to call Jane Hell, honestly you go by so many names You can be contained in framed and they’ll...
Samsonby Branson Neuman Some may think me vain. Although I loved the attention of the fairer sex, my texture was why I was proud of my crown....