For the brackish water, and electricity / That charge our thoughts and spines.
Poetry
On a Discharged Firework
Only the next day could The mystery begin, Its shocking fount of sparks In darkness now a memory, And the cooled cylinder Drowsing on the charred smear Of driveway. To approach In the abandoned silence And lift it up—which has, You think, by someone been Forbidden—and to smell The singed gunpowder, rich And sweet upon […]
The Ambiguity of Cypress on the Via Bramasole
They line the road, the valley side, Back lit and dark as Satan’s horn. Their roots descend through rock and bone To Purgatory. Their points appear To pierce an isolated cloud. Front lit, they’re green and gay as holly, But dense, delightful steeples Pointing up to Beatrice, Whose love propelled the pilgrim’s universe, Whose benediction […]
Popping like Gunfire
I hear popping in my right ear again. It happens every time I chew and it annoys me so to the point where I have a hard time breaking things down enough to swallow. Yes, I have choked now and then because the popping is beginning to sound more like guns and my ears like […]
Black Girl Blues
To be a black girl is to be ancient A walking cemetery A womb to only carry lynched sons and kidnapped daughters Have feet made of fossils Learning the oil spill of her birth A hip strong enough for her kin An underground railroad kind of back Backside to sit glass on And still enough […]
Chicago Remembers Gwendolyn Brooks, the first African-American to win a Pulitzer
Gwendolyn Brooks’ poetry presented readers with a look into the life of African-Americans.
Praise
The boy named Wolf bursts from the kiva / into a blaze of sun; men’s ankle shells rattle.
Music Is Life and Life Is Poetry
Br. Joseph Hoover, S.J. reflects on this year’s Foley Poetry Contest.
The Rio Grande (South)
The editors of America are pleased to present the winner of the 2017 Foley Poetry Award.
