“The Bark of a Tree Was Once Gentle in the Mouth”, “Over the Valley of the Kings”, and “Lucy to Her Children Under the Awaash Sky”
“The Bark of a Tree Was Once Gentle in the Mouth” During war, famine spoilsthe
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We are a feminist press committed to publishing socially engaged literature with an emphasis on the voices of people of color, people with disabilities, and other historically silenced and culturally marginalized voices.
“What’s First To Fade”
JACK: Our fight will fade, yours will too. There’s no stoppage to the stoppage of
“Motherland Black”
I lung for that pollen sneezin’, sticky car seatin’, Atlanta heat, but it ain’t enough
“Diaspores”, “Portrait at the Border”, and “The Seedling”
“Diaspores” A broken clothesline leans against its shadow nothing to hang memories on through the
