I believe this is a protest close to home for all Americans. Diversity defines America, more than a rocket's red glare...liberty is an empty term, unless Black lives matter...
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Happy that my manuscript, Devera, was selected as a finalist for the 2020 Anthony Hecht Poetry Prize at Waywiser Press. Waywiser is one of my favorite smaller presses, so I’m honored to be on the list. Although the judge, Ed Hirsch, ultimately chose a different manuscript for the award, it’s gratifying and encouraging to have been in the running.
Onwards! I left the Magnolia Hotel. The sky was grey and black; wind was blowing. I'd had trouble locking the door.
Green and white buildings, gold lights in the windows, green and white checker board sidewalks. It started raining before I got to the bridge. I stood at the entrance of the Teatralnaya Cafe with roughly twenty other people. This was the line to get in. There was another line inside. A severe-looking shveytzar ushered three of us at a time. By the back wall a woman stood on a box and rang up beers, 35 kopecks a mug. We had to get in another line to pick up the beer once we paid for it. Someone with black flowers on her sandals argued with the cashier about some shish-kebabs. I got my mug. It was a foamy thing and a gnat flew into it. The sky brightened. The cafe was full, most tables were full, my mug was not quite full. |
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