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

Head without a will of its own,
Blindfolded and bandaged eyes
As though returning from war;
This orb we stroke with our minds,
This round book of beginnings,
This sphere we kiss like the earth,
This earth flying into eternity;
A gift passed one to another,
Headed like a thought

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