Poem: My Story in a Late Style of Fire

Poem: My Story in a Late Style of Fire

by Larry Levis Whenever I listen to Billie Holiday, I am reminded That I, too, was once banished from New York City. Not because of drugs or because I was interesting enough For any wan, overworked patrolman to worry about— His expression usually a great, gauzy...
Can Art Save a Life? (Rothko and Pollock)

Can Art Save a Life? (Rothko and Pollock)

re-published on Arts Advocacy Day – March 12-13, 2018 I read on Brainpickings recently that Mark Rothko, the marvelous abstract expressionist painter, said that when people “weep” when seeing his paintings they are having the same transcendent experience he had...
Poem: Hibernation, Warming

Poem: Hibernation, Warming

by Kevin Craft Wind kicks a few cups down the alley. Pocketful of stones, a greasy lot. Morning chill in fleeting sunlight. You’d rather stay under this blanket agreement. Not any storm can house you off the cuff. The troposphere brushes your cold turned cheek. Wake...
Poem: Let America Be America Again

Poem: Let America Be America Again

Black History Month: February Let America Be America Again Langston Hughes Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free. (America never was America to me.) Let America be...