Poetics: New Year Snow
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It’s Tuesday, and the dVerse Poets Pub is open with hot soup, freshly baked
bread and a range of beverages …
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Findings from Black Novelists 500 (January 2026)
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Based on findings from Black Novelists 500…
* Birth years and generational cohorts *
• *The birth years span nearly two centuries*, from the early 1810...
Ratio Sky
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quick calculation
ratio of concrete and sky
1 measure of sky
4 of concrete
the tired monk tonight
clad in hospital robes
surveys the limited sky
maybe one s...
Farewell to 2025
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2025 cost us so much. I almost gave up on writing this blog post—what has
become my annual check-in to keep Chicks Dig Poetry from going dormant—but
then...
Dating For Dummies – How To Gain Power Over Men
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Far From BasYc by G.L. Lambert
"G.L. I still don't get it. You need to break down dating like I'm DUMB
because I've read Solving Single [...]
Thanks for...
Major Announcements About DAARAC
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Hello Everyone,
Over the last 12 years, our website has been a leading resource for
discovering a rich history of African American film and culture through...
Lana K. W. Austin
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Lana K. W. Austin’s poems, short stories, and reviews have recently been
featured in *Mid-AmericanReview, Sou’wester, Columbia Journal, Zone 3,
Appalachia...
hold me to this
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becoming softer after every compromise
brittled and self-destructive, we were charring
into sharper malicious states of being
compressing ourselves into mo...
Life happens...
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My baby boy is 12...
My baby girl almost 1...
Life happened so i did not post anything in forever.
Well Same moonlight for our Dreams is coming back.
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THE JEM MOVIE'S SHANA AND COLORISM
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from a decidedly brown-skinned black girl with a big bouncy purple fro to a
beige biracial "safely black" girl with straight hair
This strikes close to hom...
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Hey there, fighter
it will get brighter.
Take a breath, a little deeper
and bring your faith a little higher.
Remember, you are a leader
not a follower..
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Inhale the yawning frost
let it gather and collect
beside your sleepy heart
drowsy from neglect.
Rest your ghostly frame,
hush her muddled drawl.
You say ...