Miles by Jami Nakamura Lin
Tags/ Posted by Jason ReynoldsYour name spoken to a stranger whose hands grapple with it.continue reading this poem
I had a couple days left in the ward when one of the counselors told us we were getting a new kid. We were curious. People rotated in and out of Upstairs all the time, since most didn’t stay for more than a week or so.
Frost in the Hague by Karin van Heerden
Tags/ Posted by Jason ReynoldsShe guesses a bee can fly five thousand miles in one day and even though everyone playing trivia at the family table says she can change her answer, Mom sticks to it.continue reading this poem
Tina was the girl whose mother was a prostitute. The council had taken her into care when she was four and this was her third children’s home. She was seventeen like me, but she had left school and worked at a hairdressing salon.
A Christening—And Not a Child’s by Jonathan Tuttle
Tags/ Posted by Jason Reynoldskiss me like a cab driver all fury and fumes consider the meter its hard click we've crossed into another borough all heart-stoppedcontinue reading this poem
I bought my copy of Ronald Firbank’s Five Novels at a gay bookstore in New Orleans. The store’s owner, who had never seen the book before, flipped open the cover to read the table of contents—exactly what I hoped he wouldn’t do. I had already noticed the third title down the page read Prancing Nigger. [...]
