POETRY

In the same way that the mindless diamond keeps one spark of the planet’s early fires trapped forever in its net of ice, it’s not love’s later heat that poetry holds, but the atom of…

THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT

The Garden by Moonlight A black cat among roses, Phlox, lilac-misted under a first-quarter moon, The sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still, It is dazed with moon…

HATE IS A STRONG WORD

Muscular as a stallion in fact — but I have no horse in this race of people against people. It was made certain I wouldn’t, that I’d inherit nothing except a whipping of my hindquarters as a form of c…

A SONG IN THE FRONT YARD

I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life. I want a peek at the back Where it’s rough and untended and hungry weed grows. A girl gets sick of a rose. I want to go in the back yard now And maybe down t…

A HORSE DIES ONCE THAT IS A LIE

BY ROSEBUD BEN-ONI Somewhere in kentucky she went for kicks spiked polka-dot mint julep grade 1 stakes white-gloved clubhouse how-you-do-sees until all the horses broke their legs & for all the ho…

ARGUMENT FROM THE STREET OF AJEGUNLE.PUBLIC

Kid A). Okocha play ball pass Neymar, (Kid B). Stop there’ if na play’ waytin u know about football. Who be okocha for were Neymer they thaa? I laughed faintly I jejely humble myself relax…

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…