A Poem By Frank Alvarez
Pond I found my hurt at the center of the universe which is always in front of my face. The drug that hugs me to sleep can keep me from it; an inkling of the nothing happening around, and who can say we are not half as
A Conversation with Nicholas Goodly
I met Nicholas Goodly at The West End Lounge on Manhattan's Upper West Side. The bar was nearly empty but we still found ourselves shouting to compete with the Soul music blaring from the sound system. The West End Lounge itself is a
A Poem By Nicholas Goodly
Black Mecca Magic city, little trap, you are a mess of tonguing brass. a lap of slack jaws open in your wake as fire boys jive in your sugarcane song. a coat of muddy lard thickens the air, every crevice on our bodies are wet. The nights
A Poem By Sara Joy Márquez
Global War on Terror Service Ribbon (excerpt from “Insignia Sonnets”) I want to turn you inside out. From head to toe, I want to know each act you did for us. I want numbers, how many dead by your hand and whether they deserved it in