A Poem by Ben Nardolilli
There is an entrance, cleared
And ready for you
To make an appearance
And be framed
My feet lay trenches
And grooves in the carpet,
It is red like old blood
There will be no peace
Until you arrive,
And so I make war
With the innocent ground.
A Poem by Li Po
The moon shimmers in green water.
White herons fly through the moonlight.
The young man hears a girl gathering water-chestnuts:
into the night, singing, they paddle home together.
A Poem by Doug Draime
I’ve watched the storm
clouds come slowly,
the rain begin to fall. The dog
curls up near my feet and Carol walks
by flossing and brushing her teeth, talking
to him and as she finishes and begins
to wash the dishes,
the thunder cracks
like a cat-o’-nine-tails and lightning
is illuminating the mountains surrounding us.
A Music Video by Gladys Knight
If it were not for the stripes on my back which were made while I was a slave, I would in my will leave my skin as a legacy to the government, desiring that it might be taken off and made into parchment, and then bind the constitution of glorious, happy, and free America.
A Poem by Michael H. Brownstein
Let us not wake to silly threats,
Ignorant statements and forgets.
Look around and look with awe
In all this beauty there is no flaw.
There is no time for angry bets—
No, no, let us let go of our regrets.