That was our tryst, yours and mine. We slept on a bed of stones, and our eyes, lips and finger tips, became the words of...
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Report from the Field: Letter to C
Dear C, I am thinking of quitting poetry to sing. Maybe my voice will be more welcome there than at poetry readings. I came here...

Report From the Field: White People Love Me: Dispatches From The Token
I get along with white people really well. Growing up, they brought peppermint bark down the cul-de-sac to my parents’ house every Christmas. They smiled...