Papa pours himself black tea from the old iron kettle, probably thinking about stacking hay. He says I was bottle-fed cow’s milk. He’d...

Is my son next, Is my brother next, Is my daughter next, Is my father next: black boys, black men wonder if they are next, just when you...

Was it for years so clear to them? Once Laying to me fogged like frost flecked frigid ponds Laying deep within a kaleidoscope of...

You unshucked corn body Scarecrow now astray From my field for two Sowed and sodded Your face: polka-dotted In a pond of phone blossoms...

The fractal /ˈfræktəl/ is a chaotic phenomenon.A geometrical structure having an irregular or fragmented shape at all scales of...

We see, therefore, how the modern modes of production and of exchange. by An oppressed class ████████ historically, has played a most...

I ate ice cream in cups on account of a tongue too short not sickly or any less lumpen than they come but sewn into the mouth as by...

jabbing toenails into the wet clumps of cold sand while grains cling together under the opaque brim squished and jabbing into corners...

Doctors said she was the owner of problematic post-synaptic endings, she heard layered noises—birds pecking at tree bark, and picking up...

You watch as a fork and knife are slipped into the depth of the cooked veal, and you are reminded of original sin. You hear the tender...