Ah, not this marble, dead and cold: Far from its base and shaft expanding—the round zones circling, comprehending, Thou, Washington, art all the world's, the continents' entire— not yours alone, America, Europe's as well, in every part, castle of lord or laborer's cot, Or frozen
District of Columbia
Appointed Poet Laureate of the District of Columbia on May 14, 1999, Dolores Kendrick follows Sterling A. Brown as the second poet honored with the title.
Aug 16 2017
Split This Rock hosts FREE bi-monthly writing workshops for experienced and aspiring poets on the 1st and 3rd Wednesdays of every month. All ages are welcome; no need to RSVP. Visit the event’s Facebook page for more information.
1301 Connecticut Avenue, NW, Suite 60020036 Washington, District Of Columbia
Aug 20 2017
Sunday Kind of Love offers a monthly stage for emerging and established poets from the Washington, D.C. area and around the nation, including featured performers and an open mic. Taking place at Busboys and Poets on 14th and V NW, tickets are $5 for this upcoming performance, featuring Alan King and Zahara Heckscher. More information can be found on the event’s Facebook page.
2021 14th Street NW20009 Washington, District Of Columbia
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Your door is shut against my tightened face, And I am sharp as steel with discontent; But I possess the courage and the grace To bear my anger proudly and unbent. The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet, And passion rends my vitals as I pass, A chafing savage, down the decent street; Where boldly shines
It was the summer of Chandra Levy, disappearing from Washington D.C., her lover a Congressman, evasive and blow-dried from Modesto, the TV wondering in every room in America to an image of her tight jeans and piles of curls frozen in a studio pose. It was the summer the only