Henry on Birth Day

Leah Claire Kaminski One day you were born on an airboat in a bight. You stood up in the airboat’s flat foot and took the jar of water. You looked through the floating teeth of algae and said bah. You said nah. You said aAAAL. You bared your teeth and emptied the jar. When you […]

Two poems by Simone Person

Selected by Sonia Sanchez as a winner of the 2021 Boston Review Annual Poetry Contest Simone Person Editor’s Note: Simone Person was selected by Sonia Sanchez as a winner of the Boston Review  2021 Annual Poetry Contest. Due to the poems’ complex formatting, the line breaks will only appear correctly in a computer’s full-size browser window. […]

How long have you gone without seeing a tree?

Justin Jannise When my brother calls, there’s a lull in conversation. A deafening roar, at times. I ask my brother if he can hear cicadas where he is. My brother doesn’t know what cicadas are. He is 40 years old. He asks me to repeat it. Cicadas. What? Cicadas. What are you saying? The connection […]

Two poems by Adebe DeRango-Adem

Selected by Sonia Sanchez as a winner of the 2021 Boston Review Annual Poetry Contest Adebe DeRango-Adem Editor’s Note: Adebe DeRango-Adem was selected by Sonia Sanchez as a winner of the Boston Review  2021 Annual Poetry Contest. Due to their complex formatting, we encourage reading these poems on a computer screen. VOX GENUS / PROVECTUS THESE […]

Two poems by Raisa Tolchinsky

Raisa Tolchinsky in your carpeted office you lay my life down and say open up to that small room in my sternum. and because you believe in angels & describe even the brutal wicks of their tongues, i open the door. i always find another—behind one is a thousand dollars, behind another a baby goat. […]

Three poems by Porsha Olayiwola

Porsha Olayiwola Editor’s Note: Porsha Olayiwola was a semifinalist for Boston Review’s 2021 Annual Poetry Contest. Due to their complex formatting, we recommend reading these poems on a computer.  IN THE WAKE “I name this paradox the wake, and use the wake in all of its meaning, as a means to understanding how slavery’s violences […]

When I Stutter My Name

Anthony Okpunor my tongue/        a vernacular/   un-speaks every wrong in my throat/                            i mean who doesn’t like to laugh?/      a joke looks like the way my body shakes/ wheni say words like softness/     big words like love/     like chandelier/        […]

Three poems by Lolita Stewart-White

Lolita Stewart-White Editor’s Note: Lolita Stewart-White was selected by Sonia Sanchez as a finalist for Boston Review’s 2021 Annual Poetry Contest. Due to their complex formatting, we recommend reading these poems on a computer.  Healing Night has brought this offering Scent of his whiskey skin Dear Diaspora: I am black balm soothing I am black […]

Day Heisinger-Nixon: Two Poems

Day Heisinger-Nixon

Day Heisinger-Nixon Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on email Share on print Room, Room, Room, in the many Mansions of Eternal Glory for Thee and for Everyone —The Archangels to Publick Universal Friend upon the Friend’s first death When the Friend emerges, they rebuff a name & report they have died at least […]

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Day Heisinger-Nixon

Day Heisinger-Nixon Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on email Share on print Room, Room, Room, in the many Mansions of Eternal Glory for Thee and for Everyone The Archangels to Publick Universal Friend upon the Friend’s first death When the Friend emerges, they rebuff a name & report they have died at least […]