W. E. B. Du Bois
Boston, Summer 1907,
in conjunction with 3rd Annual Meeting of Niagara Movement
My Last Love Poem for a Crackhead, #23 by Geffrey Davis
Some nights I hear my father's long romance
with drugs echoed in the skeletal choir
of crickets. At each approach, a silence
cuts in. And I wonder which part speaks more
A Negro Student at Harvard at the End of the 19th Century
by W. E. B. Du Bois
Harvard University in 1888 was a great institution of learning. It was
238 years old and on its governing board were Alexander Agassiz,
Phillips Brooks, Henry Cabot Lodge, and Charles Francis Adams; and
a John Quincy Adams, but not the ex-President.
Du Bois in His Time (and Ours) by Ekwueme Michael Thelwell
Exactly one hundred and forty-five years ago (1868), a mere five years
after Lincoln's Emancipation Proclamation (and in splendid coincidence
the year of the ratification of the Fifteenth Amendment, declaring that
"previous condition of servitude" did not preclude one from . . .
Meditation on Skin by Karen An-Hwei Lee
Breathes with you and everything in the room.
Takes a pumice stone to the heels of your feet.
Covers the soul, largest organ of the body.
Mends the world without complaint, a letter.