The ninth day commemorating the last moments of George Floyd’s life. I Want to Breathe by James Laughlin I want to breathe you in I’m not talking about perfume or even the sweet odour of your skin but of the air itself I want to share your air inhaling […]
MoreThe final two poems of commemorating the last moments of George Floyd’s life will shift from poems of protest to poems of solidarity. * Day eight, minute eight. We are near the end. He lays silent and still in the street. He is alone, he is in this moment friendless, he has no […]
MoreDay seven of commemorating the last moments of George Floyd’s life. America by Claude McKay Although she feeds me bread of bitterness, And sinks into my throat her tiger’s tooth, Stealing my breath of life, I will confess I love this cultured hell that tests my youth. Her vigor flows like tides […]
MoreDay six of commemorating the last moments of George Floyd’s life. The sixth minute is when Floyd became unresponsive. Still I Rise by Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does […]
MoreDay four of commemorating the last moments of George Floyd’s life: What Do We Do—Now by Ellen Hagan —after Gwendolyn Brooks We mourn, we bless, we blow, we wail, we wind—down, we sip, we spin, we blind, we bend, bow & hem. We hip, we blend, we bind, we shake, […]
MoreDay two, commemorating the second minute of the last moments of George Floyd’s life: Let Them Not Say by Jane Hirshfield Let them not say: we did not see it. We saw. Let them not say: we did not hear it. We heard. Let them not say: they did not taste […]
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