National Poetry Month I Can Say That Word By Hector Luis Alamo, Jr. Whenever a friend who’s black comes up to me with the greeting “Sup, my n—-?” I always answer back Porque I can say that word Sometimes they make a face and they tentatively ask me, “Are you even black?” But I put Read More

National Poetry Month Untitled By JueLee Ocasio Passing the time aching for the reality, fantasy I know you were born out of these impure thoughts, lucid blue fading away the moment you enter the room , sexy , sullen almost boyish like, an innocence like the taste of ice cream on tongue melting from heat, Read More