Maya Angelou
By Juliana Chang
once I witnessed
the universe splitting open
to hold a poem,
her poem
now the atomic flower closes;
somewhere
perched in the ridges
of an open palm.
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By Victor D. Infante
When Maya Angelou died Wednesday, I told a story to my co-workers that I don’t think I’ve ever told before: That in my early teens, I read my way through the Laguna Beach Public Library’s poetry …
By Tatyana Brown
The Tuesday afternoon after Obama was inaugurated for his second term (the same day The Washington Post published your thoughts on Richard Blanco and the state of certain fields of contemporary literature), I taught a poetry …