Sarah Browning: Titian’s San Christoforo
Ducal Palace, Venice, 1523 The saint’s massive muscled arms – arms for the forge, for fighting, for tending and laboring – reach toward heaven, toward the baby god on … Continue reading
Sarah Browning: I go for days
I go for days forgetting these pictures – bare brown bodies stained and curled on cement floors or cowering in a corner, the dog’s teeth more real than the man’s … Continue reading
Sarah Browning: Cawing Down the Airwaves
. Hate pulls up a bar stool to watch the All-Star Game in city neighborhoods and on country roads all over the land. Hate roots for the American League. Hate … Continue reading
Sarah Browning: Killing Summer
I. The Washington Post, Section B, Local Briefs: another boy dead, and another – Across town. Down the block. In the alley. In his car. A few feet from a … Continue reading
Sarah Browning: This Is the Poem
. I am on the Parkway with Fred, driving home from Baltimore to DC. We’ve been to a packed . and riotous tribute to Ms. Lucille Clifton at the public … Continue reading
Vox Populi 
Sarah Browning: Petworth, Early Evening
A man is stabbing women in my neighborhood. Most poor people in my city are Black and because of the warnings of 400 years I assume the man stabbing … Continue reading →