POETRY: “Where Is My Baby?” By Mayra Miranda You remember your first day here… You’re covered in placenta, your mother licks you. You began...
POETRY: “To say is not to know . . .” By Rainery Flores It’s stupid to say I care, But the word “care” doesn’t have as much power to...
POETRY: “bLURRY yet fOCUSED” By Gabriella Badmos Blurry, like a camera Focused like a student “Are you new to this?” Man, I’m used...
Poetry: “The Pursuit of Happiness” By Fariha Fawziah Shrieks of infectious laughter and the inability to finish a joke because of it. A nostalgia...
POETRY: “ME” By Osasere Imade ME Does my blackness offend you? Does the lightness of my skin offend you? Or how...
Two Poems by Karla Davis CENTRIFUGE My life is a centrifuge. Right now, I’m in the beginning stages of the storm. Leaves everywhere, bathtubs...
POETRY: “To Be A Black Woman” By Penda Smith To be a black woman in America: is to not be seen as woman...
LATINO RAMPAGE: Bi-lingual Supplement Volumen 4 LA HISTORIA DETRAS DEL “IN AND OUT” (Pictured above: a local landmark transformed from barbershop to tasty take-out...
POETRY: “ In case you aren’t alive to see our wedding day.” By Penda Smith When it rains, crying waterfall style, is God sad? “I was born by the...
Purge By Penda Smith We all sit Indian style, lethargically, with eyes glued on TV, We watching The Purge. In...
“This Could be Us” By Penda Smith Imagine this, we are lying on grass, No not green grass, but this grass will...
What the Flock? Children are leechers Who believe all their teachers But more than what’s said When you put them to bed...
POETRY: The Epic Fails of a Teenage Love Life By Penda Smith INTRODUCTION TO A THREE-PART POEM CYCLE: 1. ” Abandoned Corpse on the Road” I was once...
“the truth in winter and the lie in summer” by Minul Asgar the truth in winter and the lie in summer He didn’t know the difference between “good-bye” and “see...
Spoken Word Poems Performed at the Fall 2013 Poetry Slam In case you missed the Poetry slam, here are some spoken word poems that were performed. When reading, please...
“Dream Warrior” by Penda Smith “Dream warrior” I held dreams in the palm of my hands, That was too big to visualize, Too big...