War on My Skin

There is a war on my skin. And it didn't begin with my parents' bodies. It…

by Felicia Washington-Forrest

Don’t like Crowds? Three Reasons You Should Still Go to the Poets in Autumn Tour

For as long as I can remember, I’ve never been one for large crowds, or any…

by Chris-Ann Manning Forde

Poem: A Voice of the Unheard

Words struggle to proceed out my mouth while funeral processions raged-filled…

by Avery Du Bois

When I Consider the Darkness - Spoken Word

“When I Consider the Darkness” is my latest spoken word piece, featuring the…

by Quina Aragon

Awake (Spoken Word)

Are you weary in your fight for social justice, racial reconciliation, or…

by Mazaré Rogers

Self Pity Poem

She came back to visit again. I almost didn’t recognize her this time. She…

by Quina Aragon