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Tag Archives: narrative poetry
The Storm
Advertisements In the storm no eyes blind head back mouth open to the rain wash the sorrow & rage into my soul no one hears my cries nobody is coming for to rescue me no eyes in this storm brewing … Continue reading
razor
Advertisements razor blue steel glow like the moon in the dark of night i call it cotton cuz it comes out when the rubber leave the road then cotton runs the show the moment they act like they dont see … Continue reading
Cotton
Advertisements I inherited a legacy cotton is my inheritance cotton chain gangs& songs about chariots chariots chain gangs & cotton joe turner came and never left he over yo shoulder cotton on his breath my memory of cotton is older … Continue reading
Baggage
Advertisements there are things i know things that came with me things older than me older than my mother and her mother things from the wind things from the ocean things sung by the dirt i remember the roll on … Continue reading
idenity
Advertisements tempered, forged, amalgamated solid containing an internal logic no predicable ambient point not likely to melt in benign circumstance likely to reassemble in its original pattern coalesced from remnants stubborn essential parts determining a whole complete with its own … Continue reading
Family
Advertisements before the war on families we were different together warm handsdeep voicesroses in the springmelon in the summerschool clothescar vacationsaunts unclesgrandpas’ & granniespresents on Christmas morningEaster dinnerchurch on new years eve we were holding vigilkeeping the watch granny said … Continue reading
Ralph Ellison’s Song
Advertisements slain by ink again & again made invisible unseen conjured on the 11 o’clock news new mau mau’s jeans low wild threats to civility written on like a wall like an epitaph suffering on the margin blues after notes … Continue reading
Nambie
Advertisements you know nothing of my life neither the contours or its jagged torn edges not its superfluity nor me in my sublimity the salient sweet funk radiating out of my unborn thought dressed in melanin the saving grace of the … Continue reading
God as a Wild Woman with Stars in Her Hair
Advertisements god as a wild woman with stars in her hair they told me god was a wild woman with stars in her hair i have seen such women sun glowing in their eyes wind pouring from calloused finger tips still … Continue reading
The Last Laureate of Newark
Advertisements The Last Laureate of Newark: Oakland Local Article- Remembering Amiri Baraka. The Last Laureate of Newark (A Love Supreme) There is no laureate poet in Newark as he ascended to jam with the out and gone went to where the … Continue reading →
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