On Words That Matter #3: Patricia Smith’s Blood Dazzler
"books by poets of color I most admire"...
"books by poets of color I most admire"...
This poem was written for a collection of ten poems collected from poets all over Michigan, celebrating water and publis...
Performed with Ari Mokdad and Elizabeth Schulman (choreographers) at Detroit Dance City Festival, August 2019. Water Gra...
I urgently turn the page of March (book two) by the late congressman John Lewis (with co-writer Andrew Aydin and artist ...
As a small gesture of what I can do in this time, I want to share a joyful book, yes a joyful book of poems that at the ...
RIDDLE You can hear our voices in the wind but we are not the wind. We lean into the earth, always filtering what is lef...
Found Poem asking this: if we are truly quieter, what do we hear? Based on notes taken from an article by Robin George A...
Super moon. Today, wifi went down a dozen times, a file wouldn’t load, and I burned the cookies. This poem address...
Now, even ordinary walks seem heightened, and what is a simple experience watching cranes becomes metaphorical for what ...
Here’s a poem that comes out of this new experience. Just trying to reflect here the things we are feeling in this...
This goes back a month. I thought this poem-thing was sortof depressing but now, with everything that’s happened s...
Poems written in the moment, spurred by the immediacy of pandemic, and not much revised. Is it literature? Not yet! Well...
As promised, another poem-thing. That’s what poet William Stafford called his drafts. Again–not deeply revis...
Fifty years ago this evening, December 1, 1969, I sat in a student lounge at Grand Valley State University and was witne...
At risk of self-aggrandizement, I’m posting this interview I did for Millicent Hill. Well, maybe it’s a little...