"There will be no revolutionary time-outs 'til we've finally won, 'cause the revolution will be unauthorized."
I wrote this poem while sitting at a bookstore in Rockford, IL. In a creative mood, I heard a woman's voice - the rest is history.
From "The Death of Communism" (Partisan Press) and reprinted with permission.
"That's why we been preoccupied. Democracy filleted is democracy denied."
"We need powerful empowering poetry..."
I'm going to tell to you a story; the details are a little gory. Detroiters are under attack; they're trying to stab us in the back.
Inspired by Hollywood movies that glorify violence, a poet asks, "How do we make peace sexy?"
A poem from a recent People's World party, potluck and fundraiser celebrating international labor solidarity and the fight for immigrant rights.
The life of exile has few pluses. But one is that it opens the door to a truly internationalist consciousness, and culture.
President Obama chose the first Cuban American and the first gay man to be the inaugural poet at his second inauguration this past Monday.