Tag: poems

The conversation went something like; I don't have white privilege. Yes, I am white but I am not privileged ... I was raised in a...

In the archive of ink & yellow trees the heart is pumping Blood Which worms its way through narrow Veins Until it leaks out from fractured Skin And a borrowed...

Piles of mush, once icy white  Now discolored and soft  Resting on the field.  Where is the cold fortress?   Dreadful moments in the snow, Numb fingers and a red...

There was a knock on my window On that long chilly night Then a creak from the floorboards Outside my door   There was a crash  And a bump My entire...

A woman walked in the garden Her footsteps marked the infant ground Ideas coiled around her heart Voices hissed within her head A woman plucked an apple She thought...

On Thursday, Nov. 7, aesthetic fluorescent light bulbs dimly lit up HUB 302. Students helped themselves to free refreshments and pastries as they eagerly...

Etheridge Knight Etheridge Knight can seem like a bit of a curiosity to most students of literature: A black poet who wrote a few books...