Issue 143

Winter & Spring 2013

Poetry Angela Jackson Poetry Angela Jackson

My Father's Prayers

Every morning my father prayed on his knees

at the side of his marriage bed. He bowed

his head and poured his prayers into two loose fists

over his mouth. We watched in wonder

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Poetry Angela Jackson Poetry Angela Jackson

Summer and the City

(Chicago as was, in memory of Robert Hayden and his memory)

Summer nights cool came down

blotting heat like a kiss for colored children.

Heat surged

as we danced jagged up and down the street,

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