Arts for Art Poetry Tributes to Steve Cannon: September 28th & October 5th

Be sure to check out Arts for Art’s annual In Gardens Series, featuring Poetry Readings for Steve Cannon ! NEXT EVEN

On our mindsChavisa WoodsSeptember 24, 2019Steve Cannon, Arts for Art, Gathering of The Tribes, In Garden Series, poetry

I Suppose by Serena Castillo

Poetry & ProseSerena CastilloMay 30, 2019poetry, Serena Castillo

SOMETIMES YOU NEED TO GET LOST IN THE WORLD

Poetry & ProseGreg MogliaMay 28, 2019Greg Moglia, poetry

For Miss Shirley LeFlore

Poetry & ProseKevin PowellMay 21, 2019Shirley LeFlore, Kevin Powell, poem, poetry, poet laureate, St. Louis

Golden Giant

Poetry & ProseHongri YuanApril 29, 2019poems, Hongri Yuan, Yuanbing zhang, poetry

Sana'a Sunrise

Poetry & ProseKhalil ElayanJanuary 31, 2019Khalil Elayan, poetry, Sana'a Sunrise

The Shore

Maybe it's because

My skin's the color of the

beach floors their ancestors conquered

So familiar to be taken

Poetry & ProseLuci BerriosJanuary 14, 2019Luci Berrios, a gathering of the tribes, The Shore, poetry

What's the Harm?

I don’t delete those numbers although

they’re dead, I’ve been told,

those persons, not numbers.

Poetry & ProseRajnish MishraJanuary 14, 2019What's the Harm, Rajnish Mishra, poetry, poem, a gathering of the tribes

A woman looking for a tongue!

they said the good girl knows how to close her mouth 

she always pretends to ignore seeing revolutions in the north 

or in the south

 the good girl used to crawl 

she must hide the bright side of her soul 

Poetry & ProseTribesJanuary 7, 2019poetry, Amirah Al Wassif, Womens Rights, women, politics

Cómo Reconocer A Tu Padre

Seria
Como buscar una parte de ti mismo.
Mirate en un espejo y vete a ti mismo

Mira las caracteristicas de tu rostro
Mira el ser detrás de esos ojos

Todas tus facciones
Presta atención
El tipo de nariz que tienes
El arqueado de tus cejas
El contorno de pómulos y boca.

Poetry & ProseJasmine Pilar Gonzalez Saavedrad December 21, 2018poetry, New York, family, AfroDiaspora, latinx

The Overcoat

Since you’ve been gone...

I am left here all alone, with no one to talk to on the phone

With only the overcoat to keep me warm

Poetry & ProseChavisa WoodsDecember 18, 2018overcoat, steve cannon, poetry, a gathering of the tribes

Political Poetry Is Hot Again. The Poet Laureate Explores Why, and How. (The New York Times)

In the mid-1990s, when I was a student of creative writing, there prevailed a quiet but firm admonition to avoid composing political poems. It was too dangerous an undertaking, one likely to result in didacticism and slackened craft. No, in American poetry, politics was the domain of the few and the fearless, poets like Adrienne Rich or Denise Levertov, whose outsize conscience justified such risky behavior. Even so, theirs weren’t the voices being discussed in workshops and craft seminars.

On our mindsTracy K. SmithDecember 17, 2018Tracy K. Smith, poet laureate, poetry, Politics, new york times

NATIVITY (“NO MATTER . . . ")

No matter what surrounded them and
what the blizzard wailed at the sand,
that their shepherd’s den was close, nor
that they had no place else anywhere:

Poetry & ProseLarissa ShmailoDecember 17, 2018Joseph Brodsky, Larissa Shmailo, nativity, poetry

History Becomes Her Story (Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez wins Joe Crowley’s 14th district)

If history repeats itself then the story of conquering Hernan Cortes is on the shelf while pol, Joe Crowley‘s hunkering down. She’d said she wouldn’t back the candidate if she should entertain defeat, but campaigned like a potentate, as capable as she seemed sweet.

A CRISIS OR A BORING CHANGE

7pm in April

and i hate everything

Windows of Madrid

I remember when we woke together in the ancient streets of Spain

I remember I felt a strong shiver which could heal any pain

when the fantastic windows whispered in my ears " hello "

I couldn't dare to reply

I thought that voice came from my fellow

so I began to spy

Poetry & ProseTribesNovember 26, 2018poetry, madrid, spain, architecture

On a stairway beneath the eyes, a star ascended

You can see/feel/experience this work by LaMont Hamilton at The Drawing Center in SoHo.

On our minds, Poetry & ProseLaMont HamiltonNovember 15, 2018LaMont Hamilton, Steve Cannon, Braille, poetry, art, installation

For Frank Martin

"Heylo hello hey hi hiya my love"

I had a Brother once

And maybe I lost him

In Hallways of your Soul

Sociopath

XYK repeating, replicating the shattered bits of his refracted nullity, the shadow of his elemental hatred sombresaulting up from the endless slurry of his hatchery, where he fluffs the nearly hairless balls of his projective fantasies, cross breeds a sickly effluent with it's cousins, lies and slander, takes the broken offspring of this noxious union and remates it

Poetry & ProseMelanie BestNovember 6, 2018Melanie Best, Steve Cannon, Sopciopath, A Gathering of the Tribes, poetry

As An African Child

As an African child

I crawled on mama arm

Searching for an imaginary house

Which bear me with a fancy view

Of the coming clouds upon my head

Poetry & ProseTribesOctober 29, 2018as an african child, Amirah Al Wassif, poetry, Steve Cannon