—Mahogany L. Browne, “On Meditation” …
Cornelius Eady
I walk into the bakery next door …
How many books now have the word Last …
The stage is set for imminent disaster. …
Off go the crows from the roof. …
In a hidden chapter of the Good Book, …
I’m here …
Some folks will tell you the blues is a woman, …
You’re rich, lady, hissed the young woman at …
Your body, hard vowels …
New York grows …
The umbrella, in this case; …
You have to imagine it: …
That’s right, said the cab driver, …
My friends, …
I know this is a real thing, because …
The streamers choking the main arteries …
You know, the white guy …