All forewords are, in part, efforts to sell, rather than illuminate.
He slung a discarded western saddle over his left shoulder, strong and sculpted, suspending a billow of dust over our path to an open air dining hall.
But what they do demand, as Hero does of Ivy, is "someplace where every time we turn around we don't see that damn machine staring at us."
It was big deal when I saw Chicano Batman. Because of what we were singing together. Thinking together. Organizing together. Celebrating together.
95 years ago, on February 18, 1931, Chloe Wofford was born on the shores of Lake Erie in Lorain, Ohio.
When the smell of blood spreads out here, it's bound to spread out there.
I apologize in advance for any errors in memory or judgment.
The Real is not the stories and laws which we think make up reality, but the raw void that appears when those stories and laws collapse. An abyss just out of reach, forever.
Often, Rust Belt stories are neglected in the national sphere or controlled by cultural outsiders.
to my knowledge this poem is the first poem of any length to be written about cleveland in 150 years.
Time moves fast, and slow, and bent. Mostly this is an effect of the new authoritarian gravity stretching and clumping it.
My dollhouse consulting room is at the scale of my truth, and is therefore the true room.