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I Am the Rage
Motivated Forgetting
Human Enough
Benediction Number 9
In My Rearview Mirror
America’s Music
A New Song
Not Again
Traffic Stop
Juneteenth
BIPOC
Cultural Upheaval
Today, I Cannot…
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To my daughter and my best friend, Amanda, who listens to my
stories and poems with great patience, gives honest critique, but
more importantly, lends unwavering support to my projects.
To my father.
America, once again, has civil and racial unrest with protesters
flooding our cities, calling for justice for all, with people being
detained, brutalized, and murdered on the streets, as well as in their
homes, without the benefit of due process. These and other
heinous crimes are sadly not new to our nation, nor do they
show any signs of ending.
I am the American Heartbreak –
The rock on which Freedom
Stumped its toe –
The great mistake
That Jamestown made
Long ago.
—Langston Hughes, 1951
I Am the Rage
I Am the Rage
I am the outrage that flares every time you say something foolish
like
“I thought you were already free.”
I am the mother who wields the belt that cuts both ways
that beats my children
in hopes that You will spare their lives
I am the rage
I am the lost sheep
I am the muted prayer that we will
see each other clearly one day
Forever Lost between
Sunlight and Shadow
For Breonna
Yesterday she did not know that the shadow was so very, very close
In fact
Only a few hours and eight bullets away
Yesterday she thought she still had time to bask in the glow of a
thousand tomorrows
In my rearview mirror
Out of fear
I slow down
I drift further to the right
I try, with some sense of urgency,
To blend in with those driving much too slowly
I struggle to get my breathing under control
Loosening my grip on the steering wheel
Pulsing with
Fires and violence
Tears and screams
Sweat and force
Fists and batons raised
Skittles
Dead
Violin
Dead
Hoodie
Dead
Suspect handcuffed
Running backwards
While holding a weapon on two officers
Dead
Suspect handcuffed
In the back seat
Of a patrol car
Shoots himself in the head
Dead
Traffic stop
Dead
These and many more deaths can be dismissed with a single phrase
“I was in fear of my life”
Presumptive guilt
Presumptive guilt
Presumptive penalty
Death
Snake oil salesman telling us it is all in our imagination
Because
You cannot be superior without someone else being inferior
You cannot have a top with no bottom
Up with no down
Us with them
Knowing that
You may kill a few of us
But You will never destroy us
A Shocking New Race War
Fawning over us like new expensive toys You bought Your children
for Easter
Picking up and putting up with
Choosing us as the cheapest, droopy puppy You took pity on while
shopping at some mall
THE METAPHYSICIAN
A father had heard that children were sent beyond the sea to
study, and that those who had been abroad are invariably preferred
to those who had never been there, and that such people are
respected as being possessed of wisdom. Seeing this, he decided to
send his son also beyond the sea, for he was rich and did not wish to
fall behind the others.
His son learned something, but, being stupid, returned more stupid
yet. He had fallen into the hands of scholastic prevaricators who
more than once have deprived people of their senses by giving
explanations of inexplicable things; they taught him no whit, and sent
him home a fool for ever. Formerly he used to utter simply stupid
things, but now he gave them a scientific turn. Formerly fools only
could not understand him, but now even wise men could not grasp
him: his home, the city, the whole world, was tired of his chattering.
Once, raving in a metaphysical meditation over an old proposition
to find the first cause of all things,—while he was soaring in the
clouds in thought,—he walked off the road and fell into a ditch. His
father, who happened to be with him, hastened to bring a rope, in
order to save the precious wisdom of his house. In the meantime his
wise offspring sat in the ditch and meditated: “What can be the
cause of my fall? The cause of my stumbling,” the wiseacre
concluded, “is an earthquake. And the precipitous tendency towards
the ditch may have been produced by an aërial pressure, and a
coactive interrelation of the seven planets and the earth and ditch.”...
His father arrived with the rope: “Here,” he said, “is a rope for you!
Take hold of it, and I will pull you out. Hold on to it and do not let it
slip!” “No, don’t pull yet: tell me first what kind of a thing is a rope?”
His father was not a learned man, but he had his wits about him,
so, leaving his foolish question alone, he said: “A rope is a thing with
which to pull people out of ditches into which they have fallen.” “Why
have they not invented a machine for that? A rope is too simple a
thing.” “’T would take time for that,” his father replied, “whereas your
salvation is now at hand.” “Time? What kind of a thing is time?”
“Time is a thing that I am not going to waste with a fool. Stay there,”
his father said, “until I shall return!”
How would it be if all the other verbose talkers were collected and
put in the ditch to serve him as companions? Well, it would take a
much larger ditch for that.
Yákov Borísovich Knyazhnín. (1742-1791.)
Knyazhnín was born in Pskov, where he received his early
education; in St. Petersburg he acquired German, French and
Italian, and began to write verses. He served in civil and
military government offices. In 1769 he wrote his first tragedy,
Dido, which attracted Catherine’s attention to him. He then
married Sumarókov’s daughter and devoted himself more
especially to literature. Knyazhnín wrote a number of
tragedies and comedies: the subject of all of these is taken
from Italian and French, thus his Vadím of Nóvgorod is based
on Metastasio’s Clemenza di Tito, and the original of Odd
People is Destouches’s L’homme singulier. The Vadím of
Nóvgorod had a peculiar history. Knyazhnín had great
admiration for Catherine and her autocratic rule. In his Vadím
he tried to depict the struggle between republican Nóvgorod
and the monarchic Rúrik, in which the latter comes out
victorious, to the advantage of unruly Nóvgorod. He had
written it in 1789, but did not stage it on account of the
disturbed condition of Europe under the incipient French
Revolution. Two years after his death, in 1793, Princess
Dáshkov, the President of the Academy, inadvertently ordered
it to be published. The book appeared most inopportunely, at
the very time the Revolution had broken forth. The tendency
of the tragedy was overlooked, and only the republican
utterances of Vadím were taken notice of. The book was
ordered to be burnt by the executioner, but as only a few
copies could be found in the storeroom of the Academy, the
rest having been sold in the meanwhile, they were privately
destroyed.
VADÍM OF NÓVGOROD
ODD PEOPLE