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American Sonnet: 91. By Wanda Coleman. the gates of mercy slammed on the right foot. they would not permit return and bent. a wing. there was no choice but. to learn to boogaloo. those horrid days. were not without their pleasure, learning. to swear and wearing mock leather so tight. eyes bulged, a stolen puff or two.
- American Sonnet 51 by Wanda Coleman
American Sonnet 51. By Wanda Coleman. in my last incarnation...
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- American Sonnet 51 by Wanda Coleman
American Sonnet (95) Wanda Coleman. 1946 –. 2013. seized by wicked enchantment, i surrendered my song. as i fled for the stars, i saw an earthchild. in a distant hallway, crying out. to his mother, “please don’t go away. and leave us.” he was, i saw, my son. immediately,
American Sonnet (95) seized by wicked enchantment, i surrendered my song as i fled for the stars, i saw an earthchild in a distant hallway, crying out to his mother, “please don’t go away and leave us.” he was, i saw, my son. immediately, i discontinued my flight
May 11, 2020 · Coleman, who died in 2013, was one of the great menders in American verse: she found the extra wear in old forms like the sonnet and rummaged for new forms in everyday material, like aptitude...
Dec 29, 2020 · American Sonnet 18. By Wanda Coleman. after June Jordan. this is the place where all the lives. are planted in my eyes. black things writhe. on the ground. red things gush from. volcanic...
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