Courage

•September 11, 2008 • Leave a Comment

I am convinced that courage is the most important of all the virtues. Because without courage, you cannot practice any other virtue consistently. You can be kind for a while; you can be generous for a while; you can be just for a while, or merciful for a while, even loving for a while. But it is only with courage that you can be persistently and insistently kind and generous and fair.

Maya Angelou. Poet & historian.

Crown, by Kay Ryan

•July 17, 2008 • 1 Comment



Crown
by Kay Ryan

Too much rain
loosens trees.
In the hills giant oaks
fall upon their knees.
You can touch parts
you have no right to—
places only birds
should fly to.

Sleeve

•June 20, 2008 • Leave a Comment

‘because
you rubbed
my shoulder
last night
a poem
traveled down
my arm’

~ alice walker

My Soul

•May 12, 2008 • Leave a Comment

Sometimes
When I feel like I’m going to fall apart
I hold my ribs, all the way around,
Both sides.
My ribs hold me together.
Like glue.
They keep my breath close to my heartbeat.
They keep my soul from escaping and
Leaving me, grounded.
I hold brightness and shadows in
the hollow where my ribs meet.
I hold them there in the memories
Of slow, sorrowful music and
Porch steps.
I hold my ribs, until I feel solid.
Until my legs are tree trunks and
My fingers are fruit.

Ember Ward
San Francisco

From Paint Me Like I AM (TEEN POEMS FROM WRITERSCORPS)

All truths wait . . .

•May 8, 2008 • Leave a Comment

the present, the presence . . .

•May 2, 2008 • Leave a Comment


We pursue modernity in her incessant metamorphoses yet we never manage to trap her. She always escapes: each encounter ends in flight. We embrace her and she disappears immediately: it was just a little air. It is the instant, that bird that is everywhere and nowhere. We want to trap it alive but it flaps its wings and vanishes in the form of a handful of syllables. We are left empty-handed. Then the doors of perception open slightly and the other time appears, the real one we were searching for without knowing it: the present, the presence.

Octavio Paz

Linton Kwesi Johnson

•April 25, 2008 • Leave a Comment


New Crass Massakah

first di comin
an di goin
in an out af di pawty

di dubbin
an di rubbin
and di rackin to di riddim

di dancin
an di scankin
an di pawty really swingin

den di crash
an di bang
an di flames staat fi trang

di heat
an di smoke
an di people staat fi choke

di screamin
and di cryin
and di diein in di fyah…
(LKJ, MRF, 52)