Poems from MStrow
learning
after a poem by Lucille Clifton
for momma
she is fumbling
with the books.
the wuh-words
stretch over...
learning
after a poem by Lucille Clifton
for momma
she is fumbling
with the books.
the wuh-words
stretch over...
Free of her father,
she sings, dances, bounces
in the salt and pepper snow.
No choir sings with her,
not even the birds accompany
her...
I always look up to you, bro,
with your small, black fro,
your Jamaica shaped birthmark
floating above your eye,
and the gap between your...
Love might be the sun, but heartbreak is the cloud that follows me around and pours down its waterfalls. So much rain from such a small...