Poetry: Grandma Susannah Taught You
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...
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Poetry: Classmate’s Mother
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...
Poetry: Cafe
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...
Poetry: Memories From My Mother
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...
MIXED CHICKS
ZVI [dans moment dramatique…] dark-skin stovepipe pants. café misstress becomes SON: gothique! gothique!! gothique!!! a pity ignorance: Miscegenation: 71st street boutique a poetic danger belonging to Resuscitation Club V.
BLANCSURBLANC
weightless white squares floating within a white field: without reference, geometric abstraction externalizes reality. the artists’ hands paints textures of life: asymmetrical squarez, Purity of form, yet nonsubjective… a purity suprême Dans la forme...