Archive (Page 5) • The Main Event, by stacy-marie ishmael

2024-08-11 The ice sheets will melt. / Things will get ugly.

2024-08-04 the time is always now.

2024-07-28 love that casts a widening pool of light,

2024-07-21 even as each moment is an answer.

2024-07-14 do what has to be done, again and again.

2024-07-07 What strengthened me, for you was lethal.

2024-06-30 Let your laughter fill me like a bell.

2024-06-23 I had long hair and it was political.

2024-06-16 He hears the hum of a boy’s dream

2024-06-09 She was the spring whence arose that irresistible river

2024-06-02 I heard the sea and asked, / "What language is that?"

2024-05-26 Blues come dressed like introspective echoes of a journey.

2024-05-19 Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.

2024-05-12 how most / poems to mothers must / begin

2024-05-05 can’t be known except / in the words of its making,

2024-04-28 Come and see the blood in the streets.

2024-04-14 the gods / who have changed the sky to fire

2024-04-07 You must wake up with sorrow.

2024-03-31 your name / is a gift

2024-03-24 Let them not say: they did nothing. / We did not-enough.