Yusef Komunyakaa

Yusef Komunyakaa

Dec 06

A native of Bogalusa Louisiana, Yusef Komunyakaa won a Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1994 for his collection entitled Neon Vernacular.  You can take a look at a preview of Neon Vernacular by clicking here.  His poetry is like written literary jazz with a razor’s edge.  I guess for some reason I feel closer to him through the bricks his father laboured over and his southern stylings.  You...

I am Santa

I am Santa

Oct 18

Back in 1999, my life was very different than it is today.  I was single… I was teaching school… I was a foster parent.  I don’t know where my foster child is now but she certainly taught me some valuable lessons and I am not just hopeful but certain that she learned some valuable lessons from me.  My foster daughter had an extremely rough upbringing that included neglect and...

Who’s Wislawa Szymborska?

Who’s Wislawa Szymborska?

Sep 15

If you don’t know this author, you should. My friend Laura introduced me to her a few years ago and to be honest, I had never even heard the name before. I had no idea what I was missing. Evidently, she won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1996 and I can clearly see why. The most interesting thing about her poetry is that it was originally published in a Slavic language and still...

Peddlers

Peddlers

Aug 28

by Angela Fardo Thought takes shape in unseen places Blank stares and vacant faces An eternal whirlwind of cognizance Objectivism, Astronomy, Philosophy, Autonomy You must be saved to cast aside The chains that are reality Confusion marks the mood of the existential labyrinth A search for convergence Weary humans banging walls along with happy mice A quest for fire from within To raise the pyre...

Shattered

Shattered

Jul 21

by Angela Fardo I see a light before me A glimmer in my eye Reflections from a street lamp And then I start to cry The pavement’s cold and lonely And wet against my cheek My friend she lay beside me but she no longer speaks I gaze upon her pallid face She rests in a bed of glass The crimson droplets frighten me How much more time will pass? The sirens peal into my ears My chest heaves out a...

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