The Missing Slate’s six nominations for the 2017 Pushcart Prizes.Read More
“Every week/ I am reminded of how my presence isn’t wanted/ in my own home country and I have to swallow/ that truth like a glass of water. I gulp it down // and nearly suffocate every time…”
Poem of the Week (July 27), by Deonte Osayande.
“This made me reassess everything that I thought I had known about him, and to an extent what I thought I had known about myself.” Deonte Osayande looks at what happens when a childhood friend becomes a murderer.Read More
“…they turned the barrel towards us/ but I didn’t see it, I was busy pulling that boy down, underneath/ my guard…” Poem of the Week (December 2), by Deonte OsayandeRead More
“More than the city becoming a haven for business interests, it has become a location where we can plainly see American democracy has failed.” Deonte Osayande reports from Detroit.Read More
“I ask her if she knows how to love/ a woman with scars?” By Deonte Osayande.Read More