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This Is How I Heal, a Poem by KB Ballentine
Fingers of pine feather the sky,
juncos hopping in the shadows –
light and dark marbled through cedar and sycamore.
Valiant Scribe
Jun 261 min read
A White Poet Reflects, a Poem by Vern Fein
How much freedom do Black poets
have to write of Nature, silliness,
an exciting vacation,
the ill-treatment of animals.
Oh, I know Black poets write on many subjects,
but I’ve never heard that variety at these readings.
Contributor
Jun 192 min read
The Villa in Durrës, a Poem by Joy Nevin Axelson
Her curves are caving in now,
her arches dipping down.
Pillaged by both sun and sea,
a queen’s corroding crown.
Contributor
Jun 121 min read
It Takes a Long Time to Go Nowhere, a Poem by Leigh-Anne Burley
Matchless people in a frenzied crowd
gone the way of the living dead.
Heart’s lonely cry echoes
in faraway conches.
Contributor
Jun 51 min read
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