Song for a Suicide

Oh, the sea is deep And a knife is sharp And a poison acid burns; but they all bring rest In a deep, long sleep For which the tired soul yearns- They all bring rest in a nothingness From where no road returns. -Langston...

Revival

came early with June, each tent a hot angel of healing, the Spirit catching in women’s throats and anointing the lazy eye of an uncle.  You wanted nothing more than for that peacherman from way out west to lay golden hands upon you, making your pain that thing...

There is a House

There is a house with all the rooms filled with Momma but there is a river that separates me from this house it is a wide river a river so wide that it must be called a sea yes, a sea a sea so wide that it must be called time yes, time a time so wide that it must be...

Desire

Desire to us Was like a double death, Swift dying Of our mingled breath, Evaporation Of an unknown strange perfume In a naked Room. Langston Hughes

America

If an eagle be imprisoned On the back of a coin And the coin is tossed into the sky, That coin will spin, That coin will flutter, But the eagle will never fly. -Henry Dumas

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