Never Again Would Birds’ Song Be the Same
Eight floors below our wide-open window As early summer sang [...]
Eight floors below our wide-open window As early summer sang [...]
The hiss of air brakes on trucks slowing down to [...]
“ But since they shipped us across the [...]
The end’s always there at the beginning Dad said, quoting [...]
I met my white grandfather a few times. of course [...]
I, young in life, by seeming cruel fate Was snatch’d [...]
Whereas these strands, well-oiled & diligent in their parts, & [...]
The third time she tried to leave the porch that [...]
A poet stands on the steps of the grand cathedral [...]
Kiki Petrosino’s fourth book, White Blood: A Lyric of Virginia, [...]