A Cry from an Indian Wife” originally appeared in Emily Pauline Johnson’s first volume of poetry, The White Wampum, which was published in 1895 in Boston, London, and Toronto by Lamson, Wolffe and ...

This evening there is a ruckus on Main St. I lift my head, and see Nancy who just came from The Pride event at the 11th St.

Ofelia Zepeda, a member of the Tohono O’odham Nation of southwestern Arizona, was born in Arizona in 1952. She received a BA, ...

“The Yellow Corn” appears in Poems by Charles G. Eastman (Eastman & Danforth, 1848).

Delayza puts her hand in mine. The seated crowd hinders her view. I lift her above the masses— a butterfly beyond reach. Her irises bloom to the choir and drumbeats rumbling nearby snowflakes. I set ...

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round bodied booty, bounce a praise ballad. she break hold, turn whole in a twerk session. body charmed, spell-bent, toward progressing. Porsha Olayiwola is the author of the collection i shimmer ...

Cyrée Jarelle Johnson is the author of WATCHNIGHT (Nightboat Books, 2024), the recipient of the Academy of American Poets’ 2023 James Laughlin Award, and SLINGSHOT (Nightboat Books, 2019), winner of ...

our shot-gun house. She won’t stop smiling. My mother loves the color yellow. There is a sing, a flow around inside. My daughter ooooos the color teal. Lupe Mendez is the author of Why I Am Like ...

he laughed at her love of beauty. But now, outside, masked figures scurry and she sees the only power left to her is beauty. A hard knot rises at her throat. Outside, masked figures scurry as a scythe ...

I have folded my sorrows into the mantle of summer night, Assigning each brief storm its allotted space in time, Quietly pursuing catastrophic histories buried in my eyes. And yes, the world is not ...

To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye; And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air, To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there, And tell me ...