Romella Kitchens Poems
|41.||The Allen Chronicles||10/21/2014|
|43.||The Double Standard: Growing Up In Wilkinsburg, Pa||1/17/2015|
|44.||The Day Of Living Angels||9/30/2014|
|45.||Revolution, Revolution, Revolu -||10/1/2014|
|46.||The Technology Of Love||9/30/2014|
|47.||East St. Louis||8/15/2014|
|48.||What Rusts In The Rain: For The Memory Of William S. Burroughs||2/22/2014|
|49.||The Intimacy Of Isolation||3/7/2014|
|50.||Letter To The Aging||4/21/2014|
|52.||The Boston Marathon 2013||4/17/2013|
|54.||Brown Sugar Babies||6/26/2013|
|57.||La Tombre Sin Nombre||10/15/2013|
|58.||It Is All Etched In Crayola||1/29/2014|
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It Is All Etched In Crayola
A Poem For Pete Seeger:
It Is All Etched In Crayolas, January 28,2015
It is the coldest day, it is always the coldest
when I read Pete Seeger has died.
Cars pass outside, and men who have stayed
out all night at the local bars pass paying life dues
down slippery hills of ice never knowing their real
names or identities. I imagine his fingers fine on his banjo.
Yes, there, he had this face, this clear identity.
Black child laying on warm carpet, crayolas and paper
when I first saw him on television singing about freedom
and social change just like ...
Cobblestones and red bricks.
Orphaned branches brushing our arms.
When I was little, going
to the candy store in our
neighborhood meant everything.
It was owned by a very light skinned
Black man named “Mr. Mack.”
He told jokes. He was kind. He was laughter.