Mucambo
There is one street-light in the twenty mile stretch violet kryptonite. We are walking three in a row wax idols as earth melts […]
African American Poets, Poems, Tributes
Poems
Poems
From “Beirut (1982-84): A Cycle of Poems”
In the Bar of the Commodore The shelling had gone on for 24 hours, but Fouad was smiling. Coco, the
African American Poets, Poems, Tributes
A Few Excuses
It’s not my fault I don’t know any. I can’t tell them apart either. I come from a very traditional
African American Poets, Poems, Tributes
They Win the Upper Hand
There exists, between the woman and the pads of her busy thumbs, a long running feud caused by her thumbs’