Three Poems Written North of Baltimore
Floating in the North Branch of the Patapsco River on an Afternoon in May
It wasn’t even June when the heat descendedOn fields and farms of Carroll...
End of Summer
As she steps off the bus, I notice dried tracks
on her cheeks.
The sun was out today, waving
through a cool autumn breeze
with nowhere...
PORTRAIT OF DISAPPOINTMENT
after years of hoping things would changegiving in to "well, that's the way it is,"look me in eyes and realizethis is who...
War StoryHere is the book
with torn pages.
Only half remains
to be deciphered.
And here is the house
with burnt rooms,
and a few fading photos
scattered across the floor.
And...
“Artist 'categories' are bandied about by artists, gallerists, jurors, and critics and most of the people using these terms seem to be clueless, when questioned, about what they actually mean."
Escape Velocity
Whenever clouds enshroudOrion’s hourglass of starsand the moon stays concealed,I feel a sadness, as if left alone.
Yet how many times have I seen,in...
These poems are part of a special section of the Mid-Atlantic Review, Celebrating Black History, and selected by editors Khadijah Ali-Coleman, Carolivia Herron, and...
