Fall Arts Guide: Poetry

  • Three Poems by Mohamed Tall

    Three Poems by Mohamed Tall

    Thirsty Black Mouths Drink the brown water childyou think you better huh?We've been drinking itYou privileged huh?Come on childLead don'tKILLPoliticiansDo.   Sweet, Sweet Paint Chips Like melted sugar on my landlord’s tongueDid you hear how the paint chips call us niggers?My nigga.The walls silence...

  • SWEATPANTS

    SWEATPANTS

    If I had six days left to liveI’d live them wearing sweatpants, alone and with television. I’d soak up all the Frazier I’d missed out on growing up. Jack Daniels, Boh, Chicken Tenders my pallbearers to the end. I forgive the world as the sky dark-browns on the window’s unknown side. Do you know...

  • ENOUGH / ENOUGH / FLUFF

    ENOUGH / ENOUGH / FLUFF

    I want to be normal enough to fuck. - Tommy Pico Normal enough to get by normal enough to put the weight aside to get inside you or you inside me— we’ll spend some time on it. I need my obsessions just in control enough to write so I’m at the gym again, not at the bar. I want to keep forgotten...

  • For Girls Growing Into Their Hips

    For Girls Growing Into Their Hips

    I grew into my hips when I was fourteen years old. I learned from my mother, she used hers like a staff on a boat to carry my father home… This is for girls growing into their hips This is for girls growing into their hips like our mamas did like our mama’s mama did For girls learning how to sway...

  • Bloody Jesus

    Bloody Jesus

    Mom, I keep hearing stories about boys who look like me I keep seeing boys who look like me flash across the TV screen Mom, what’s the name of that gang that keeps killing boys like me? Mom, why did God make me this color if it’s what makes me a target? Mom, why are you crying? Mom, why won’t you...

  • Dollars and Sense

    Dollars and Sense

    How much does a dollar truly cost niggas? A dollar for every six cents we make For every black boy who survived the war on drugs A dollar for every slave sold an American dream A dollar for the times I Have to pay attention But how much does a dollar truly cost niggas? This dollar cost me my constitutional...

  • A Haunted Lateral

    A Haunted Lateral

    Hardwood sloped to the door bent lath, tongue and groove bough westward groundward tilted porch with fear of sliding. Two reliable aloes three survivalist cacti one failed violet, two cats. Sometimes a spiral of grey cloud would follow lengthwise everything sloping down in there. Flattened like...

  • Apollo & La Llorona’s son or Mis sueños del sol

    Apollo & La Llorona’s son or Mis sueños del sol

    To Dylan + Mauricio There’s a boy with a sunrise smile. One day I will meet him again and say: I’m a city kid. At 19 I went on a trip to the ocean. Stayed up all night to see the sunrise over the Atlantic. It felt like the first time I had ever properly met the sun. Like when I bumped into you...

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