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Ode to Pitbulls Given a bad name Sweet as honeydew melon So violent everyone says not even in the top five Gone through more than imaginable Pity the pitbull Lonely star in the night sky Everywhere I ...
It’s the tree that fills me with serenity. the green that towers me with hope. the roots that surround me in the twists and turns of sound. those roots that have grown to help me find mine. the limb...
My name is Chimamanda Danita Egboh My name means I am gifted. She does not know what she is made up of. She wants to be special like the others. She sings in the church, but only when the other...
I am a star floating in the sky. I am a ballerina dancing in the moonlight. I am a moon sparkling in the starlight. I am a dream about roses dancing in the rain. I stand in good relation to me and my ...
Sundays at Seven Sunday mornings rising. Not of the faith, never been to church, but here I am in the biting air like a street vendor with a cotton candy cart; my breaths spun-sugar white. They pull u...
Dibujar Con este lápiz Para encontrar Lo que no es fácil Con puntas de grafito Para crear Rostros, paisajes y el infinito Me gusta practicar Mi estilo en un borrador Es fácil de frustrar Es muy ten...
Full Moon My name is Full Moon but you could call me a cluster of matter ready to pop I believe in protecting humanity, the Earth doesn’t I am made up of my father, womanhood, Erykah Badu I come fro...
The Fox and the Rabbit At moonhigh, the night sky is ink in water, spreading to all cracks and crevices. The fox’s nose and whiskers whimper to the scent of rabbit. As it crawls to its prey, its bel...
This essay is part of a series in which Poetry Northwest partners with Seattle Arts & Lectures to present reflections on visiting writers from our 2018/19 Poetry Series. Francisco Aragón a...
This essay is part of a series in which Poetry Northwest partners with Seattle Arts & Lectures to present reflections on visiting writers from our 2018/19 Poetry Series. Ilya Kaminsky reads a...