I am in here.
I imagine this midnight moment’s forest: Something else is alive Beside the clock’s loneliness And this blank page where my fingers move. Through the window I see no star: Something more near Though deeper within darkness Is entering the loneliness: Cold, delicately as the dark snow, A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf; Two eyes serve … Continue reading The Thought Fox
Detroit, 1942 He made a line on a blackboard, one bold stroke from right to left diagonally downward and stood back to ask, looking as always at no one in particular, “What have I done?” From the back of the room Freddie shouted, “You’ve broken a piece of chalk.” M. Degas did not smile. “What … Continue reading M. Degas Teaches Art & Science at Durfee Intermediate School
This is a story handed down.It is about the old days when Billand Florence and a lot of their kinlived in the little tin-roofed housebeside the woods, below the hill.Mornings, they went up the hillto work, Florence to the house,the men and boys to the field.Evenings, they all came home again.There would be talk then … Continue reading Creation Myth
childhood remembrances are always a drag if you’re Black you always remember things like living in Woodlawn with no inside toilet and if you become famous or something they never talk about how happy you were to have your mother all to yourself and how good the water felt when you got your bath from … Continue reading Nikki-Rosa
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