Poems

Last Portrait As Boy

By Saeed Jones It’s not barking, but the sound of

Black Paste

By Edward Toney Death’s fragrance can be the stench of

Soul People

By Edward Toney Brothers and sisters of the southern sunof

Kunta Kinte Speaks to a Killer Whale

By Samantha Thornhill Tilikum, black boy,with a name and a

West Indian Woman Speaks From the Dead

By Samantha Thornhill Is five years now I deadand my

Driveway

By Wendy S. Walters The approach to the house imitatesone

Prologue, 1970s

By Wendy S. Walters Imagine you love sky enough to

Blessed Dance

By Keisha-Gaye Anderson We travelersmark bends in this journeyby new

Where Are the Soldiers?

By Keisha-Gaye Anderson Where are the soldiers? Where are my

Ancient (for Tish Benson)

By Mariahadessa Ekere Tallie Rainbow draped in brown,arched across time,

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