The Art Divas / Divas of Verse

Poem   I was born a Black woman and now I am become a Palestinian against the relentless laughter of evil there is less and less living room...

X   I have decorated this banner to honor my brother. Our parents did not want his name used publicly. —from an unnamed child's banner i...

Jim Limber the Adopted Mulatto Son of Jefferson Davis Explains His Place in the Family   Dead Joseph died of falling off the porch On the th...

A Kite for Michael and Christopher   All through that Sunday afternoon A kite flew above Sunday, a tightened drumhead, an armful of blow cha...

Telemachus’ Detachment   When I was a child looking at my parents’ lives, you know what I thought? I thought heartbreaking. Now I think hear...

The Leaving   My father said I could not do it, but all night I picked the peaches. The orchard was still, the canals ran steadily. I was a ...

A Name   When Eve walked among the animals and named them— nightingale, redshouldered hawk, fiddler crab, fallow deer— I wonder if she ever ...