Terry Blackhawk: So Here
So here I’ve gone and reframed your painting, the one of the street with its tilted telephone poles, the street that led me into sleep so often now bordered by an eggplant purple, very trendy and advised by the decorator to pick up the purples and greens of other pieces in my room…
Terry Blackhawk: My Father Goes to Sunday School
What are you doing here?
an elder asked, a deacon perhaps, or prayer leader.
Terry Blackhawk: Cambridge, Massachusetts — 1951
the boy with curlier hair and light brown skin
over by the windows and Roland, who was darker,
with short cut hair, whose name I’ve carried all these years
Terry Blackhawk: At the Moscow Circus
The illusion comes and goes and I don’t deny
I almost see them as ‘real’—all of them, the bear
inside the man inside the bear.
Terry Blackhawk: Chambered Nautilus, with Tinnitus and Linden
Call it a squint of sound,
tone on the edge of not existing at all
Terry Blackhawk: Orchis Opens the Book
feel the earth whinny and stomp
Terry Blackhawk: A Poet in Every School
The Inside Out Literary Arts Program is in its fourth year at Detroit’s Marcus Garvey K-8 Academy and, thanks to a determined group of parent activists who obtained a grant from … Continue reading
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