Poetry Project

I am a tree; My leaves, the shifting thoughts in my brain My roots, the place I am bound to earth And my strength against winds of time, Let everyone else…

Housing the memories of past injuriesThey lie against the grey wallNot in use…….at the momentJust waiting for the right time to jump inAnd be the hero…

All I hear—the pounding sound of leather on wood,the smooth as silk swoosh of the ballgoing in the basket that drowns out the cheering crowd.This is…

MeaningAfter Glenn Ligon’s Untitled artwork at the Blanton Museum of ArtWriting is hard,shimmery words,glittering syllables,and can be…

A blurof lines and shapeswhirled togetherto make somethingI can’t understanda mixtureabcdeLettersmarchingto say somethingI can’t understandThey don’t line…

I am from a ragdoll,from “act like a girl” and a rundownneighborhood park,from cake on holidaysfrom “don’t give up”and “you need to try it first before…

Read by Rebecca McInroyJust a little boy,Four years old,Sitting on the living room floor,Criss-cross applesauce,He holds two wooden kitchen…

Read by Rebecca McInroyThink, catechists.Watch, oracles.The vanishing sky is suppressing you.The pathetic lake is flooding you.Yet you dress…

Read by Rebecca McInroyI rememberWhen I was two and I waddled aroundand you ran me over and knocked me downAnd you slept in my room and devoured all my…

Read by Laurie ViaultThe seasonings are tested and pushed back far into the cabinetnever to be used again.An opened bag of marshmallows grow…