We were a Colored Clan of Kinfolk
Who threw soil not salt
Over our shoulders... more »
I stop my hand midair.
If I touch her there everything about me will be true.
The New World discovered without pick or ax.... more »
I want to tell you, ladies and gentlemen, there's not enough
troops in the army to force the southern people to break
down segregation and accept the Negro [pronounced ...... more »
Sundown, the day nearly eaten away,
the Boxcar Willies peep. Their
inside-eyes push black and plump... more »
Just a plain brown paper sack boy
from a place and people
who sweet fed him everything in double doses... more »
Condoleezza rises at four,
stepping on the treadmill.
Her long fingers brace the two slim handles... more »
"You write like a Black woman who's never been hit before."
I read poetry in Philly
for the first time ever.
She started walking up,
all the way, from in back
of the room.
From against the wall
big coat, boots,
eyes soft as candles
in two storms blowing.
Something she could not see
from way back there but
could clearly hear in my voice,
something she needed to know
before pouring herself back out
into the icy city night.
She came close to get a good look,
to ask me something she found
in a strange way ...