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Alivebetween the Panther News and Zabar’s an Upper West Side properexiled to Brooklynwhere she became a styleBroadway in the winter and the rainlong fingers flashingRed Zinger tea at Teacher’snext to Bolton’spiperack elegance.One unguarded turn from curb to never the car…
for Joyce SeroteThere are no frogs in Soweto students croakAmandla! through the tear-gas.Not true no frogs live in Sowetoonly we are too wearywith no ears left to hear them.Who knows where frogs live in Sowetowho has time to listenstroll along…
Newspapers printed in secret report bent needles under the child’s fingernail barbed stitches through the bleeding scalp grandchildren playing hide and seekriddled with bullets behind a silk-cotton tree just two more funerals in Sowetobehind the small coffinsLillian’s son-in-law drags his…
The language of past seasons collapses pumpkins in spring false labor slides like mud off the face of easeand whatever I turn my hand topales in the sun.We will always be there to your callthe old witches saidalways said always…
On Thursday she buried her featherbed at the foot of the gardena Manx cat’s bleached pelvic bone twirled in the sun.She had never intended to stay so long horizons burning past forsythia brackenall roads out of her dooryard folded inupon…
There is a timbre of voice that comes from not being heard and knowing you are not being heard noticed only by others not heardfor the same reason.The flavor of midnight fruit tongue calling your body through dark light piercing…
An upright abutment in the mouthof the Willis Avenue bridgea beige Honda leaps the dividerlike a steel gazelle inescapablesleek leather boots on the pavementrat-a-tat-tat best intentionsgoing down for the third timestuck in the particular You cannot make love to concreteif…
When love leaps from my mouth cadenced in that Grenada wisdom upon which I first made holy war then I must reassessall my mother’s words or every path I cherish.Like everything else I learned from Linda this message hurtles across…
Rushing headlonginto new silenceyour facedips on my horizonthe nameof a cherished dreamriding my anchorone sweet seasonto cast offon another voyage No reckoning allowedsave the marvelous arithmeticsof distance
Holy ghost womanstolen out of your nameRainbow Serpentwhose faces have been forgottenMother loosen my tongue or adorn mewith a lighter burdenAido Hwedo is coming. On worn kitchen stools and tableswe are piecing our weapons togetherscraps of different historiesdo not let…