Monthly Archive: April 2018

Grandma Susannah Taught You an Old African-Child’s Rhythm Game, “Aunt Sally Died” by Kent Malcom “Aunt Sally died” ********“how did she die”? “She died like this; with her hand in the air” “Aunt Sally...

Classmate’s Mother by Kent Malcom As a child my mother was called “White Trash” by a classmate’s mother. Meaning she considered my mother trash – but certainly not White. How ironic someone could talk...

Cafe by Kent Malcom The door trips the bell to a small-town cafe **********************************She walks in silence drips through grease scented air feeling the heat of coffee and whispers walking slowly to let gossip...

Memories From My Mother by Kent Malcom These memories you shared with me *****And they became mine The black blanket of night *****embroidered with the light of stars, gently covering you – *****tucking you...