Those four black girls blown up in that Alabama church remind me of five hundred middle passage blacks, in a net, under water in Charleston harbor so redcoats wouldn't find them. Can't find what you can't see can you?
The poet laureate of the state of Alabama is currently held by Andrew Glaze who was named in July 2012. Much of Glaze's poetry reflects his coming of age in the South as his poems deal with the human condition in all its aspects. In addition to being the recipient of Poetry magazine's Eunice Tietjens Award, Glaze has won a National Hackney Award, and his selected poems, Someone Will Go On Owing, received the Best Book of the Year Award from the Southeastern Booksellers' Association in 1998.
Apr 27 2017
Let's celebrate Poem in Your Pocket Day AND the end of National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) with an open mic!
We named this event the Scream two years ago when we were doing it on the square, yelling our poetry over the noise of the traffic. Now we have sound equipment (thanks to Jacksonville PARD), so you can save your voice!
Bring your original poetry to perform, read a piece by a favorite poet, or just listen and enjoy! If you've been writing a poem a day for NaPoWriMo, pick one or two to share!
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River was my first word
I grew up with the names of rivers
on my tongue: the Coosa,
the Tallapoosa, the Black Warrior;
the sound of their names
as native to me as my own.
I walked barefoot along the brow of Lookout Mountain
with my father, where
When the Famous Black Poet speaks, I understand that his is the same unnervingly slow rambling method of getting from A to B that I hated in my father, my father who always told me don't shuffle. The Famous Black Poet is speaking of the dark river in the mind that runs thick with the heroes of color, Jackie R