My poem was called “Grief for Breakfast” by Honora Ankong. One of the lines in the poem says, “I call up a friend and we talk about black woman paradise— somewhere between star shine & clay.” My painting portrays a … Read More
Category: Project 5 Posts (Page 2 of 5)
Am I as old as I am?
Maybe not. Time is a mystery
that can tip us upside down.
Yesterday I was seven in the woods,
a bandage covering my blind eye,
in a bedroll Mother made me
so I … Read More
My “poem” is Rose is Red. It actually is a nursery rhyme.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.
I had many draft in my mind, but I found that it is hard to … Read More
The poem I chose is:
A Dream Within a Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss … Read More
James Baldwin
Lord,
When you send the rain,
Think about it please,
A little?
Do
Not get carried away
By the sound of falling water,
The marvelous light
On the falling water.
I
Am beneath that water.
It falls
