The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a gazelle. But a raving autumn shears Blossom from the summer's wreath; The older is condemned to death, Pardoned, drags out lonely years Conspiring among the ignorant. I know not...
How can I, that girl standing there, My attention fix On Roman or on Russian Or on Spanish politics, Yet here's a travelled man that knows What he talks about, And there's a politician That has both read and thought, And maybe what they say is true Of war...
I want to begin this poem with two stories: 1. In 1984, my mother was pulled over for speeding in a rural, still unnamed village in Taishan. The cop was a forty-year-old man who let her go because of her age...
this concrete here is where my brother’s last breath left his body began to circulate elsewhere; some people will tell you there’s nothing poetic about black boys murdered
Mother Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church Nine Senior pastor state senator Name meaning “merciful” Church eldress, oldest to be shot Great grandnephew tries to shield her First and youngest shot College administrator and pastor Doctor her last name not a title Sunday school teacher Track coach and pastor Librarian Church sexton Seventy-four-year-old pastor
...walk into a bar in America. Butterworth says, I’m being repackaged. Ben says, I’m being rebranded. Jemima says, I remember when they branded my mama on her back.
The bartender says, I could stand in the middle of Main Street and kill somebody and I wouldn’t...
Rotor wash, or the downward-flowing Air by which our helicopters formed Imprints in the jungle grass beneath Now stands effectively for Vietnam Because our understanding of that war Omitted many things but not the wind We bowed our heads and fled. In this case we
I don’t know why most mexicans in my hood wore nike cortez’s– why the breakers in my crew polished ‘em daily, as if a little spit could salvage our childhoods– why we all know cortez’s are best for c-walking, gang shit, sick moves thrust upon an opponent’s pride– why we thought by...
Of birds then. The diagram is a symbol that brings nets down, and what gets trapped in nets, as it is expelled from our hands, and rid by water, is a thing, that reflects, traces, and symbolizes.