Contemporary Poems
For Beginnings When a long supply of city blocks lies in front of you, notice how each door you pass tells a different story. Funny how the same thing happens with tinny sounds on thin country roads, set back on country lanes. Such is memory — clotted with remembering and the scrumptiousness …
The First Time I Saw Frederick Douglass Locking eyes, for just a moment. It was the first time I saw Frederick Douglass. I mean, really saw Frederick Douglass. No longer detached but attached at the spine through the brain. Carried away in the sweep of that moment telling me all I wanted to …
Damsel True Hope I once met up with a whimsical damsel named True Hope. For unknown reasons, she had the appearance of being legit. We learned to dance an intricate pas de due, with her in a pink tulle tutu. I couldn’t have done this before, because how could I have conceived …