(a satirical elegy for Wanda Coleman)
Didn’t she recognize the ostinato of Wanda’s bony loneliness? / Didn’t she realize when Wanda scarred the schoolyard, her hair’s first draft made black girls titter?
After Hurricane Sandy by Cynthia Dewi Oka
The Pocket by Amir Rabiyah
Ritual by Amir Rabiyah
Ghost Voices, Sections 3 to 7 by Quincy Troupe
3. Transitioning
where does the life-force of breath go after flesh falls away / from bone, does it evoke itself in memory, metaphor, / spirit, until recollection dissolves itself within disposition, / where, perhaps, a tangle of disconnected wires, loose ends / prevail in minds of those living in the fog of alzheimer, amnesia, / the willful erasure of memory thought difficult to digest,/