Paula Cisewski – Nocturn for a Botched Youth
Nightmare where I wanted to return
********to childhood, but when I looked
I had only seen my parents kiss twice.
The first time after my father’s ear surgery.
I was seven or so, don’t recall the nature of the kiss
Shane McCrae – America Gives Its Blackness Back To Me
The shadow I had carried lightly has
Been forced upon me now and heavy since
Todd Boss – When My Father Says Toughen Up
it’s like the clop of the walnut
block beneath the gavel of the
judge who fits the punishment
to the crime, or like the pop of the
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