A Season for Living

Why is it I can’t afford a season living here? The lights that gleam elude me                     the last rays           ricochet off glass windows in the traffic of debris outside my faded window. Bright men and women ​                  briskly return         underneath the heavy jaundiced heat, one leg stubbornly pushing  just before the day breaks No one finds the end And in breathing they live in loops … Continue reading A Season for Living

Nostalgic Soup: Joy Harjo

In celebration of Native American Heritage Month, check out this poem by the great Joy Harjo from The Woman Who Fell From the Sky. You can find this and other Harjo poems at Poetry Foundation, too. Perhaps the World Ends Here The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live. The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the … Continue reading Nostalgic Soup: Joy Harjo

Nostalgic Soup: Esther Belin

Blues-ing on the Brown Vibe BY ESTHER BELIN I. And Coyote struts down East 14th feeling good looking good feeling the brown melting into the brown that loiters rapping with the brown in front of the Native American Health Center talking that talk of relocation from tribal nation of recent immigration to the place some call the United States home to many dislocated funky brown … Continue reading Nostalgic Soup: Esther Belin

Public Eye: James Weldon Johnson

Did you ever sing or hear  “Lift Every Voice and Sing” at one point of your elementary school experience?  I did. It was a very stirring song, musically. It sounded nice sung in a chorus. However, I never did consider what sort of freedom this song was depicting. I hadn’t yet studied  the Civil War or the Reconstruction Era. But I always knew I liked … Continue reading Public Eye: James Weldon Johnson