Malcolm X, February 1965

Malcolm X, February 1965 BY E. ETHELBERT MILLER i will die this month. how i do not know. still there is much work to be done. i am afraid not for myself but for betty and the girls. some nights i sta…

I, Too

I, Too BY LANGSTON HUGHES I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I’ll be at the tab…

*INFERNAL SLASH*

Pierced with thorns of gloom, ritual in booze. Born a full loom, psychic in blues. Scars on chest markings so subtle. Scabbard blest with milk of battle. Suffer me a Surf-way down to boiling clay, fro…

The Weak End

It was a crazy journey That started from the arrival At a destination unknown The traveller wandered fearfully The host wrapped it beautifully The journey began strong It faded with the clicking clock…

*Ode to A Russet Crowness*

What asteriated moon stone Exceeds the splendour of your sapphire eyes? What milk pearl The cream of your gleaming skin? Your placid smile, which tames Cerberus pursues from my marrow strife The pleth…