Salvatore Ala

Rookie - 75 Points (February 18,1959 / Canada)

Salvatore Ala Poems

1. The Botany Of Words 7/27/2011
2. Granada 7/27/2011
3. My Grandfather's Rain Barrels 7/27/2011
4. Church Demolition 7/27/2011
5. The Last Lesson 7/27/2011
6. Barbers 7/27/2011
7. War 7/27/2011
8. The Chinese Masters 7/27/2011
9. A Childhood Pharmacopoeia 7/27/2011
10. Amazon 8/4/2011
11. Interview With Manuel Negrete 8/4/2011
12. Homage To Pablo Neruda 8/5/2011
13. Dynamo Zagreb Vs. Red Star Belgrade 8/4/2011
14. My Life In Opera 7/27/2011
15. The Anxiety Of Influence 7/27/2011
16. Kiwanis Music Finals 9/23/2011
17. Haunted Hearing 11/1/2011
18. Chinese Mystery Snail 11/17/2011
19. Two Moon Matching Set 5/18/2012
20. Sea Dreams 5/18/2012
21. State Of Grace Hospital 6/20/2013
22. Petroleum Coke Piles On The Detroit River 6/24/2013
23. A Time Of Hard Rain 7/10/2013
24. Incantation Bowl 7/5/2013
25. Malala 8/12/2013
26. Six Rooms 9/4/2013
27. Chronicles Of Man 12/9/2014
28. The Counterweight 12/9/2014
29. Sparkling Coin Laundry 12/9/2014
30. Journey Of Life 12/9/2014
31. Conversations With Men With Brain Injuries 12/9/2014
32. Music Mountain 12/9/2014
33. In A Gallery Of Birds 12/18/2014
34. Firebird Sunset 12/20/2014
35. Cryptozoology 6/17/2013
36. Symposia Above Sea Level 5/18/2012
37. Harvest Song 11/17/2011
38. The Barber Has No Place To Cry 7/27/2011
39. Pele 7/27/2011
40. Ice Music 12/9/2014
Best Poem of Salvatore Ala

My America

My America is all Detroit, Motown, dancing in the streets, my girl,

Tropical heat waves and what becomes of the brokenhearted after a riot.

My America is the 67 riot and flames above the city,

My America is the arrival of The National Guard, revolution in the air,

CKLW news and the “murder-meter” rising.

My America is The Spirit of Detroit and The Joe Louis Fist.

My America is Rosa Parks and visits by Martin Luther King.

My America is where the South was born after the South had died.

My America is getting out of neighborhoods before ...

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Arab Woman

I saw a young Arab woman,
A spring wind was blowing her pale blue burqa
So that her body rippled through it like water
And the veil made her face appear.

Covered, she was transparent,
Diaphanous wavering reflection of blue iris,
Seashell in a glass pitcher,
Flower emerging from the sword,

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