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To understand the great body of work that Lucille Clifton left after her death in 2010—the evolving body, for more poems are being excavated all the time—you must understand that Black history informs much of her work. There is the generous verse she offered everyone, regardless of racial or gender identification. This was her benediction, and because of that gift,Continue reading “Go Back and Fetch It”

i’m ready to dance to have a good timeinrly wanna get out of my mindi’m down to do i’m down to rhymeand everyone lookin at me kind oftake your time on the sunday sidewalk it’s okay to slow down to enjoy it takea breath a step another avenue talklike it’s just impossible to fakei knewContinue reading “lookin at me kind of”

there is no other place to put itat this point honestly all i can dois put it here and hope it don’t bleedtoo much and too little and too toughto keep in the pit of your stomachat the bottom of you is where it goesthundering your abdomennew dreams dead dreams red dreamschristmas lightsbathing with warContinue reading “a gathering”

the saffron in my hair is not everything the sun wake up to kiss me signs point to disaster but i split the time between dwelling onand understanding that distortion does not define me u have ur line and design and that’s okaytelling lies with the truth will only payfor so long we tried toContinue reading “it’s nice that way”

you don’t live in between worldsyou live in one world this one and no you aren’t caughtnot stuck or trapped in between that’s a lie you tell yourself to let yourself off the hooks we can’t do that herelet ourself off no matterhow many books you readany ones that you tatteryou gotta replaceso get toContinue reading “long haul”

everything hinges on maybe the month where it getsfuzzy, iffy and swings mayhappen quicker than you guess and just in time to perhaps take a leave of absintheimages we keep in our headswivel back to quizas quizasquizas it’s better we don’t know exactly whenever it happenstance is guarded upside downtroddenand tentative alive!

whatever the corps say ain’t their corporeal form it’s a typa corpse play light dead bodies stagedtorn straight from the stormsay, u checked on ur 401k yet?eyes run red from raggednights and days without u could shout it down but what good would that doaverage out is bout of fear it’s cycle mind you doubtbicycleContinue reading “corps corpse”

– What do you think it means? – What does it mean to you? – I don’t know… – You’re awful shy. – With you. – And not others? – With you. – Why? – With you, I lose it… – Your mind? – My tongue.

don’t think made sense ina long timetry to find a reason but can only findsomething that makes it into a rhymeand no reason nothing ever seems to stop they say that this is life, real life but we know what real life isand it can’t be this

Spirit of “El Grito de Lares” — Read on http://www.marxists.org/history/erol/ncm-8/ol-grito.htm