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She Descends – Poem by Meena Chopra

Crisp autumn air
Splendid bronze
Marinated gold
Silver and copper
The entire landscape
Quilted

She descends
The deepest splendour
The palette
for she has swallowed
All the colours and
The fire
The skyline
The setting sun
The gold and the orange
Burnt earth
The molten core
Sienna and the umber
The cool clouds,
Icicles
Bright and royal purple sky.
Dripping ceruleans
The formidable sea
SHE! The Restless Streak

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Seasonal Affective Disorder – Poem by Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher & John C. Mannone

Photo credit: Greg Semendinger/NYPDT

On the day after, we walked from downtown,
from our apartment to 14th Street to catch a train
to Penn Station, but the subway was closed.

Most streets were glutted with silence, empty
of the usual yellow cabs with their impatient horns,
and people, except for one block just east of here.

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Baltimore 1968 – Poem by John C. Mannone

After Dudley Randall

“Oh, Mother, I’ll be fine today.
I’m just going to see my friend, Pat.
Don’t worry, I’ll be home by eight.
Please don’t forget to feed my cat.”

“Be careful, Son, a storm is coming—
clouds of black men are on the rise.
They have chains and clubs, and crying
anger from their blood-shot eyes.”

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Sister’s Keeper – Poem by Wes Sims

She paced the floor, hands wringing,
babbled to herself, sometimes tossed words
toward us that might or might not make sense.
Not unlovely, she hid her attractive figure
in simple cotton dresses, and coiled
her long, brown hair in an old-woman bun.
Floated in her own world, like a butterfly
in a conservatory, from one hallucinatory
bloom to another.

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Kwaanza Quest — Poem by Vincent Ivan Phipps

After the presents have been opened and our belly’s are put to rest,

On the day after Christmas, we pay tribute to the first fruits of the harvest.

Acknowledging the tradition followed by 18 million since 1966 from East to the West,

Understanding Kwanzaa’s guidelines is part of our growing culture quest.

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