Issue 157

Winter & Spring 2020

Image from Unearthing I, II, III

Poetry Angela Jackson Poetry Angela Jackson

Bellwether

She sits at the kitchen table and looks right

Out the kitchen window at the tree moving.

Branches, leaves moving. That’s how she knows

What kind of day it is. The tree tells wind,

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Poetry Angela Jackson Poetry Angela Jackson

Providence

Life was eternal on that Black block.

On the corner stood the steeple of our church.

The taste of life lingers like grape gum.

I braved the street car lined avenue for the store.

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