Surprisingly, there are more people outside now: the parks, the streets, the front yards. An order to stay at home has prompted people to take more walks, to redesign their gardens. In the ... [+]
No matter the color of your face
No matter the beatings of your heart
If you wanna win the
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Dear Giantess
I am as big as the sea
My hair as long as a neck
My thighs are ribbed with
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I can’t do this today
Peering through dirty windows at citizens hiding
behind shells
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One day my African friend Mogio and I are walking to a sub shop. While walking we hear word of a black movement squad making their presents known by playing hip hop basketball and picketing marching ... [+]
The walls of the Manhattan apartment had been repainted many times. They were bubbled and uneven. Here and there their surfaces had cracked, revealing the colors of decades past.
“Can I get you
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Friday, January 16, 1920
The regulars drifted onto the patch of sidewalk outside McBride’s the evening of Prohibition. It was Friday, it was their long-held habit to stop in.
Stopping in
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The train takes exactly 12 hours to get from Los Angeles to San Francisco, leaving at midnight and arriving in the high noon sun. This is quite apt in a way, for by making you wait for the good ... [+]
My blues ain’t yours!
my blues be,
maybe more
but no less then
400 years of,
broken black
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The way things were when there was a time of freedom as a child playing wild with no worries, only ... [+]
To Quit on Sunday:
Debt free
Investments decent
Savings is minimal
No plan
Probably meet a
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I remember that day starting off ordinarily enough; there I was playing in the open field not that far from home, the sky azure with hardly a cloud blighting its face.
The lie of the land is so
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When Daddy’s brother, Uncle Edward, got a new horse for his fancy shows, he gave me his gentle old mare, Pearl, for my seventh birthday. I thought she was the best present ever.
“That’s a
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I have worked in the same office space for twenty years. It’s in a small house, built in 1949, and faces a park with paths and trees. I’m a therapist. Clients come to tell me their deepest hurts ... [+]
How different could it be? It was only four or five blocks from where I lived, just across the tracks.
The Southern Pacific railroad lines went through my little town in the Central Valley of
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And the poor have the sufferings to which they are fairly accustomed
And each in the cell of
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Live the boom, unruffled,
busts, in the shade.
Spiralling gold prices,
frozen pay checks
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