such as in the "Ballad of Rudolph Reed"‚ portray courage and perseverance. In those like "The Boy Died in My Alley"Brooksportrays both the weakness of black America and the unfortunate lack of care spawned from oppression. In "The Ballad of Chocolate Mabbie"Brooksunveils ano...
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Often, I was reminded of my running story. I started running when my older daughter was in primary school. During those early days, she made her disrespect for running clear. Later she did run. She ran throughout high school ...
His only legitimate child, Ada Lovelace, is regarded as a foundational figure in the field of computer programming based on her notes for Charles Babbage's Analytical Engine. Byron's illegitimate children include Allegra Byron, who died in childhood, and possibly Elizabeth Medora Leigh. Dig Deeper...
“…Movement of the poem through the seasons of rebellion: poetry producing poets producing poems producing poetry. No electric alley/the poet with his arms separated from his body/the poem moving slowly from his Vision to his Revolution. The alley is a complex point. “We’re going to inven...
We were helplessly caught in our lives. We didn’t know how to write a poem that wasn’t trite. We didn’t know how someone could make a summer movie so overwhelmingly scary that it wanted to come out of the screen and kill you. We saw the movie with our husbands, who laughed at...
But we had so many sweets in the house that seemed unnecessary this year. I ate a buckeye and told Beth it was “a religious experience.” “Well, then I’m glad I made them,” she said. We each read a poem about winter from this book. Then we called my mom and sister and ...
- McCoy on Spock, in wording that proves ironically prophetic"It is a far far better thing I do than I have ever done before... a far – better resting place I go to than I have ever known." "Is that a poem?" "No. Something Spock was trying to tell me on my birthday." ...
when my first daughter was around a year and a half old. Some of you may recall it. Lines from this piece began coming back to me this fall. I think it is a lullaby worth hearing again. May you find comfort here and deep assurance in the steadfast love of the One Who Is Greater ...