A cloud
is suffocating
the splintered island
Groves of umbrellas
folded into deserted beachfronts
smothered
by ashes of Armenian children
burned alive by the same state of repudiation
stabbing
unhealed wounds [Read more…]
A cloud
is suffocating
the splintered island
Groves of umbrellas
folded into deserted beachfronts
smothered
by ashes of Armenian children
burned alive by the same state of repudiation
stabbing
unhealed wounds [Read more…]
Lovers
still visit Aphrodite’s Rock
Swim
three times around
the birthplace of Venus
in hopes they might return
holding the sand of lifetimes
cupped between hands [Read more…]
The headless human
is a jackass
sinking kleptocratic teeth
into veins
A comicstrip
stripping the naked
from truth [Read more…]
Nothing is sacred
not even the deceased
Final offerings
from beloved families and friends
looted
Bones carted away
names rubbed into dust [Read more…]
by Ernie McCray
By Ernie McCray
I saw Straight Outta Compton
the other night.
It was a trip, fly, tight.
Kickass.
Jamming.
Hip.
Got to it
from the git with
“You are now about to
witness the strength of
street knowledge”… [Read more…]
Containers of commerce
anchored offshore
shipped from port to port
Transported by semi trucks
to the empty warehouses of consumers
Who defecate the final product
out to sea [Read more…]
by Anna Daniels
By Anna Daniels
San Diego Free Press contributors are a diverse and talented group of individuals. It will be a busy weekend for three of them with the unveiling of Jim Bliesner‘s sculpture Cultural Fusion, Casa Familiar’s Abrazo Award for Barbara Zaragoza and An Evening of Provocative Poetry with Jeeni Criscenzo. These events follow upon last week’s screening of SDFP video- journalist Horacio Jones‘ short film “Wingin’ It” at the 48 Hour Film Project in San Diego. [Read more…]
The first time I was accused of being a privileged white woman,
I was defensive.
I tried to explain all of the non-privileged experiences
I’ve endure in my life,
despite the fact that I am white.
But my accuser wasn’t buying any of it.
She doubled down on her angry outbursts.
[Read more…]
The Greek gods
have been evicted from Olympus
The financial crisis
is a mythological boulder
Sisyphus can’t keep from rolling downhill
into red
[Read more…]
Mr Trump
This is for Rosie O’Donnell and Megyn Kelly and all the women verbally abused by Donald Trump and other bullies like him.
Mr. Trump
We used to call people like you, “Know-it-alls”.
You know, those teenagers who just heard something on TV
and repeat it,
as if they personally did the lab experiment to prove it.
Or worse,
the ones who tell you this is the way it is,
and then quote chapter and verse from a book
written by men whose perspective of reality
was that the earth is flat. … [Read more…]
A mother
is polishing a pair of boots with tears
Packing a duffle bag
with the camouflaged clothing of war
A ritual
as old as history
lost in the fog of parades [Read more…]
by Source
By Susan Grigsby / Daily Kos
Over 50 years before I had ever heard the term white privilege, I sat out in the backyard of our middle-class suburban home and finished The Fire Next Time by James Baldwin. I can still see the bright green grass and the blond wicker furniture, and the curling corner of the paperback book.
And I remember thinking that even though we lived in the same nation, we occupied different countries, James Baldwin and I. He lived in a world that I had never known existed even though it occupied the same city streets. His book’s impact on me was profound, as the kaleidoscope of my reality shifted and never again returned to its original angle.
The following year was personally tumultuous for myself and my family, which may be another reason that I remember that afternoon so vividly. In later years I thought that 14 was too young to be grappling alone with issues so complex. And perhaps it was, but the unfiltered result of that reading was that I could no longer accept that the reality I perceived was the only one that existed. And while I suffered from the same absolutism common to any teenager, always in the back of my mind lingered the knowledge that maybe everything I thought I knew was wrong.
Please join me for a look at the writing of the man considered by Toni Morrison to be the one to fill the intellectual void left by James Baldwin’s passing. [Read more…]
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