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

American Gothic

Sometimes I feel like I will never stop Just go forever Til one fine mornin’ I’m gonna reach up and grab me a handfulla stars Swing out my long lean leg And whip three hot strikes burnin’ down the heavens And look over at God and say How about that!...

We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,- This debt we pay to human guile; With torn and bleeding hearts we smile, And mouth with myriad subtleties. Why should the world be overwise, In counting all our tears and sighs? Nay, let...

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