Words are Birds by Francisco X. Alarcon September 15, 2020

Poem: A New National Anthem August 26, 2020August 26, 2020

I Think a Thousand Thoughts… and Nothing At All April 14, 2020April 14, 2020

Small Craft Talk Warning July 22, 2019July 22, 2019

Gratitude by Barbara Crooker May 8, 2019

The Creative Drive April 22, 2019July 7, 2020

Poem: How Can Black People Write About Flowers at a Time Like This July 6, 2018

Heal the Cracks in the Bell of the World March 24, 2018

Elegy March 6, 2018March 6, 2018

Forgiveness February 2, 2018

This Page Ripped Out and Rolled into a Ball January 25, 2018January 25, 2018

Barter December 30, 2017December 30, 2017

At Harlem Hospital across the street from the Schomburg the only thing to eat is a Big Mac March 27, 2017February 19, 2017

Anthropocene Blues March 25, 2017February 19, 2017

Spaces March 23, 2017February 19, 2017

Let Them Not Say March 21, 2017February 19, 2017

Thoughts While Walking March 19, 2017February 19, 2017

I, Too March 15, 2017February 19, 2017

Love Songs (section III) March 13, 2017February 17, 2017

Foreclosing on That Peril March 12, 2017February 16, 2017

White Sands March 10, 2017February 16, 2017

Winter Trees March 8, 2017February 16, 2017

To Live in the Zombie Apocalypse March 6, 2017February 16, 2017

I Have Not Come Here to Compare Notes But to Sit Together in the Stillness at the Edge of This Wound March 4, 2017February 16, 2017

from “Please Bury Me in This” March 2, 2017February 16, 2017