Do not remember me as disaster nor as the keeper of secrets I am a fellow rider in the cattle cars watching you move slowly out of my bed saying we cannot waste time only ourselves. — Audre Lorde, from “Movement Song,” The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde (W. W. Norton and Company Inc. 1997)
We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky. — Walter Mosley, Blue Light. (Aspect November 1, 1999) Originally published 1998.
Look what we do to one another, As if nothing but having Will sustain us. Not The having, but the taking. I want, I want. You, Then me. The struggle To give everything away. —Tracy K. Smith, from “One Man at a Time,” Duende (Graywolf Press 2007)
I’m glum about your sportive flesh in the empire of blab, and the latest guy running his trendy tongue like a tantalizing surge over your molars, how droll. Love by a graveyard is redundant, but the skin is an obstacle course like Miami where we are inescapably consigned: tourists keeping the views new. What as… Continue reading Major Jackson
I am this space my body believes in. ― Yusef Komunyakaa, Neon Vernacular: New and Selected Poems, (Wesleyan; 1st edition March 15, 1993) Originally published March 1st 1993.
Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace. ― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams. (Bright Skylark Literary Productions and Lulu; First edition May 14, 2010)
I’ve seen people misplace themselves in such a heart flare-up. Watched their temperatures drop and I don’t know much about wilderness but on days like these when you are harder to find I want to learn the word seasons properly. Feel its backside roll against my molars so I can feel free, like when we… Continue reading Angel Nafis