Black brother bound, begging, barely breathing, betrayed by badged bullies. Bystanders being blind. Bureaucracy bubble bursts. Battle begins. Be bold, be boisterous, build bridges because BlackLivesMatter. Be better, break bread, bond but be beneficial. Begin by believing blacks’ burdens, brokenness, bitterness, baggage. Breathe, Buddy, breathe. Be blessed beyond belief. BlackLivesMatter.
Lisa Miller loves living in Oregon, moving from Portland and out to the country recently. She loves her family but has had trouble writing since they moved in. She says it’s worth it, though, and her creativity is slowly creeping back.
there’s no art in hate
and no joy in ignorance
no racist haiku
we have to uproot
racism, sexism, &
stand up to fascists
resisting all racisms
whenever they rear
sweet, gentle being
cops killed him nevertheless
racism is wrong
we must have racial justice
to thrive together
Dan Brook teaches in the Department of Sociology and Interdisciplinary Social Sciences at San Jose State University.
As the previous night’s fires mixed with the morning fog, Alex put on his face mask and went out to retrieve his morning newspaper from the driveway.
His street was quiet, peaceful, untouched.
Inside his home, his wife and son slept upstairs, oblivious to the fire still raging within him.
Ran Walker is the author of twenty books. He teaches creative writing at Hampton University and lives with his wife and daughter in Virginia.