Poetic Medicine

By Gwendolyn Brooks Blackness is a a title, is a preoccupation, is a commitment Blacks are to comprehend— and in which you are to pe...

By Afaa Michael Weaver  The survey says all groups can make more money  if they lose weight except black men...men of other colors  and ...

By Marge Piercy We sat across the table. he said, cut off your hands. they are always poking at things. they might touch me. I said ye...

By Steve Annear ‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the T The trains were delayed, and some smelled of old pee Their pr...

By Robert Frost Well to hell with nearly everything –with everything but poetry politics and true religion – and a few friends and relat...

By Marcia Falk Be who you are And be blessed in all that you are. This is an interpretation of the traditional Jewish blessing of the...

By Margaret Atwood You fit into me  a hook into an eye  a fish hook an open eye

By Langston Hughes Democracy will not come Today, this year Nor ever Through compromise and fear. I have as much right As the other fellow h...

By Laurie Lee Didesch The man was a boy in the Ukraine whose family escaped the ghetto before the henchman went door to door making the Je...

By Afurakan In the end he died an ordinary man Only rich in wrinkles from where the spirit had been It would be the saddest days And we...

I am the one who eats his breakfast gazing at morning glories. 

By Thomas Kinsella I was falling helpless in a shower of waste, reaching my arms out toward the others falling in disorder everywhere a...

By Maya Angelou His day is done. Is done. The news came on the wings of a wind, reluctant to carry its burden. Nelson Mandela’s day i...

By Laura Gail Grohe Arise, you are a word in the mouth of God: Unstoppable. You are a word pouring forth beginnings, unstoppable like ...

By Lucille Clifton they thought the field was wasting and so they gathered the marker rocks and stones and piled them into a barn the...

is where   in the pinewoods     in the moments between       the darkness and first light   two deer     cam...

By Wanda Coleman 1 i want to have your child cuz upon losing you i’ll have more than memory more than ache ...

By Carol Ann Duffy If we were shades who walked here once over the heather, over the shining stones, fresh in our skin and bones with...

By Phil Lucas He’s the sort of bloke who has a pop-art print of Paul Weller in his living room, and he’s the sort of bloke who would...

By Michael Davidson Even though there are motorized conveyances I am on foot; even though there is a map I negotiate the st...