Migration by Lyrae Van Clief-Stefanon             . . . if I see something happening                  …

Valéry as Dictator  by Amiri Baraka  Sad. And it comes   tomorrow. Again, gray, the streaks  of work  shredding the stone  of the pavement, dissolving  with the idea …

The earth is dry and they live wanting. Each with a small reservoir Of furious music heavy in the throat.

For My People Margaret Walker  For my people everywhere singing their slave songs repeatedly: their dirges and their ditties and their blues and jubilees, praying their prayers nightly…