Roses on My Table, and Nothing in the Fridge Time to eat, she says, and sheds the day, in the doorway, kicks off her practical shoes, and drapes herself over the table, narrow and tired, filled with hunger. Oh, the table yearns for more than meager roses, sweet as they are, and I…
Tag: RADICAL ROMANCE
Radical Romance: Shutter/ Julia Wendell
“I paint myself because I am so often alone and because I am the subject I know best.” Frida Kahlo
Radical Romance: Dear Black Lives Matter/ Erin Langley
I dig new graves for my ancestors who need burying. I dig new graves for myselves who need burying. I bury the rest like a seed, aligned to your light. Rising up with you. I do.
Radical Romance: Realities/ C.D. Sorrell
Wool jacket fastened halfway up, buttons catching the light like June Bugs Drawing close, he whispers like a branch, one leaf rubbing another Home comes through in the ripples in the lake as the cool wind brings me back Summer in Razliv with the founder, the radical, the will-be revolutionary He speaks words like…
Radical Romance: For Europeans Who Actually Killed Nazis/ Frank Terry
Lots of my friends/ say they are/ Anarchists/ but they do not/ own guns/ or know how to/ properly/ insert an IV/ or clean and/ stitch a wound.
Radical Romance: Sweet Black Angel/ Kai Harris
Dedicated to activist, scholar, writer, and FBI’s Most Wanted, Angela Davis
Radical Romance: Two Poems/ Barrett Warner
Sleeping with Maduro,
Drinking Alone with Ernesto Cardenal
Radical Romance: Dear Emma Goldman/ A. Jancewicz
My front garden will be full of daffodils. I will hang a black flag from the porch. You could read Kropotkin out loud to the children before bed. No matter my exhortations, they still ask for princes.