Eating Babies
BY CHANA BLOCH

            1
. . .

That Bright Grey Eye
BY HILDA MORLEY
The grey sky, lighter & darker
greys,
            lights between & delicate . . .

Istanbul 1983
BY SHEILA BLACK
In the frozen square, the student asks me if I will
sell him the books from my backpack. He hides them
under his winter coat. Steam rises from the whole . . .

The African Burial Ground
BY YUSEF KOMUNYAKAA
They came as Congo, Guinea, & Angola,
   feet tuned to rhythms of a thumb piano.
      They came to work fields of barley & flax, . . .

The Red Shoes
BY SHEILA BLACK
Someone buried red slippers under the floorboards
and the mice nested in them. The floors splintered no matter

To Juan Doe #234
BY EDUARDO C. CORRAL
I only recognized your hair: short,
neatly combed. Our mother
. . .
Istanbul 1983
BY SHEILA BLACK
In the frozen square, the student asks me if I will
sell him the books from my backpack. He hides them
under his winter coat. Steam rises from the whole . . .

My Brother My Wound
BY NATALIE DIAZ
He was calling in the bulls from the street.
They came like a dark river — 
a blur of chest and hoof —  . . .

Envoy to Palestine
BY YUSEF KOMUNYAKAA
I’ve come to this one grassy hill
in Ramallah, off Tokyo Street,
to place a few red anemones . . .

Second Mouth
BY FRANNY CHOI
Other-lips     whispering     between my legs.
What they called black hole     not-thing
is really packed full of secrets.     A rebel mouth . . .
Listen

It Was the Animals
BY NATALIE DIAZ
Today my brother brought over a piece of the ark
wrapped in a white plastic grocery bag.
. . .