This week, ACM is posting poetry every weekday.
See? I’ve been frank, while the TV keeps beaming images–you yelling at the cop dragging you away: Don’t take me away yet; but the cops keep manhandling you, smash your spectacles, your black skin shines with sweat.
(poetry)
This week, ACM is posting poetry every weekday.
And they continued with more world history examples
where a victim lived happily ever after next to her executioner,
having forgiven and forgotten.
(poetry/translations)
All that’s left of the baby is the rattle. / All that’s left of the granny is her knitting.
The historical cloth covers two forms / beating like the angels’ hard bodies in the midst of changing time.
(poetry)
