Anna Jackson– Bees, so many bees.
After twenty years of marriage, we walked out
of the bush and on to a rough dirt road
we followed till we saw a pond
we might be able to get to.
Rachel B. Glaser – I AM AN ORCHID
which means I can die at any moment
I’m the most graceful thing in the grocery store
I have several beautiful heads
Tyree Daye – Field Notes on Beginning
1. I wear my grandmother’s bones like a housedress through the city. Some nights the block tells me all its problems. I’ll meet you at the top of the biggest rock in Rolesville or on train headed to a reading in Queens, just tell me where. I promise to gather your bones only for good. - Read rest of poem
Claude McKay – America