Blue Flower Arts
Alison Granucci -- Lectures Readings Illuminations
Illuminations
“I am here because somebody survived”
—Mahogany L. Browne, “On Meditation”
Which means, sometimes, you disarm
The goon by acting the fool—what they want
Is your throat cut, or your heart broken
By a dum-dum bullet, or your eyes filling
With the void. So they leave with their cartoon
Of you in their heads. The instant they turn—
the flood waters stopping just before the top step,
The hawk grasping feathers instead of flesh—
All the small stuff—your sweat beading off
Your skin, your breath slowing back from flight
To human, you’ve won it. You can pass it on.
Speaker News
Poetry Foundation
Read Cornelius Eady's latest poem: " Your skin, your breath slowing back from flight To human, you’ve won it. You can pass it on."
Hudson Review
Read "The Punch Line" a new poem from Marilyn Nelson: I lay there smiling and musing, wondering / If death is the punch line, and life the joke.
The Times
Poet and educator Taylor Mali takes on a new challenge: cleaning up Brooklyn of its plastic bag crisis.
The Guardian
Booker-winning novelist Bernardine Evaristo recommends forgotten black British novels everyone should read.
