
the throat
ache
to call
makes
the heart
cheer
the ear
keen
to the sheer
glorious
windfall
…
first green flare, Sidney Wade
You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
the throat
ache
to call
makes
the heart
cheer
the ear
keen
to the sheer
glorious
windfall
…
first green flare, Sidney Wade
The 2025 Pulitzer Prize. Percival Everett won the award for fiction for his novel James, NPR.
““Metaphor,” I said. “That’s nearly all we have,” Easter said.”
“NOUS DEVONS CULTIVER notre jardin.”
“I have yet to choose a name” […] “much desired and needed”
I never understood this eagerness to woo authority figures. (AA)
Tecomaria capensis (Thunb.) Spach – Determined By: B. F. Hansen, Mar 2023. 23 Apr 1997 Plant Atlas Citation
the privilege to be unbounded
On my walks, my eyes were sharper, hungrier—discerning the world (AA)
What Green Card Holders Should Know in Preparing to Travel Outside the U.S. (NYTimes)
border checkpoints have enacted what the White House refers to as “advanced vetting.” The measures, which include detaining and deporting tourists, have led allied countries, like Germany, to update travel advisories for their citizens about traveling to the United States
The Department of Homeland Security in April announced that it would screen immigrants’ social media for evidence of antisemitism, which it said would be grounds for “denying immigration benefit requests.” The screen looks for evidence of “endorsing, espousing, promoting, or supporting antisemitic terrorism,” according to the statement.
[…]Mr. Wildes also recommended that green card holders who travel frequently apply for Global Entry, a C.B.P. program that expedites the clearance process when entering the United States.
All I ever wanted was Bird’s game,
quietly telling opponents the spot on the floor where he
would
rise, after a screen and two dribbles, in the corner like a
yellow
sun and let the ball fly. I’m always writing to you
to remind myself that all love poems are about the future.
Under the bright lights of this metaphor, I’m digging deep,
not
vanishing when it matters most, to find the heart to take a
shot
when the clock winds down to nothing.
Bird, Tomás Q. Morín
Artists Space. Poetry Pending Revolution: A Reading and Discussion with Commune Editions, 2016.
“…remember
Red Epic, Joshua Clover
you can have what you ask for, ask for
everything”
A trope is nothing other than falling
in love with repetition! Buy
your girlfriend flowers that are
metaphorical—in the sense that stars
are always metaphorical [un-
purchaseable; henceforth! anti-
capitalist [?].] Look at yourself,
you’re 265 years old and still
breaking hearts, tenderly,
slowly, all those good ways—with words,
words, those secret mirrors.
Five Words for William Blake on His 265th Birthday (after Jack Spicer), S. Yarberry
Also, Tyger Quarterly, Issue 11: Fall 2024.
Tamora’s baby came out Black, you say? Damn. The more
I hear of Aaron the Moor, the more I think: don’t that be jazz?
A note above ~ A note below ~ The note between ~
The tonic ~ Enclosed ~ Pivoted up ~ Octave ~ That be jazz.
Oh, if the bard could be Black! Her stride would be royal, jeweled toes?…?
your ideas must speak. Aaron and more. Till’s name still rises! That be jazz.
Such Sweet Thunder, A. Van Jordan