So every year the Brooklyn Children's Museum has a caribbean party that can be heard from blocks away, I assume its a rental. I'm pissed that I am not invited & more importantly that every damn museum in nyc is not hosting a caribbean fete in the summer!?!

Nobody couldn't tell me a Irish summer is basically winter. Book store clerk said hush, at least it's dry.. I'm so cold I wanna cry! or laugh. Or both

may you open your eyes to water water waving forever and may you in your innocence sail through this to that —Lucille Clifton, former Chancellor, born #OTD in 1936 poets.org/poem/blessing-…

De mango tree in yellow bloom, —Claude McKay poets.org/poem/my-mounta…

Whereas   I  ask   my   nephew   what   he wants    to   be   when           he  grows up and he responds,  Alive ––Jada Renée Allen @jadareneeholy #PoemADay poets.org/poem/drill

not the dogs and the cats!

Don't grow up, it's a trap

For 5 years we've been recording the sounds of the US-Mexico borderlands. We are thrilled to share material from our on-going project. Staring Dec 11 visit the DIA Chelsea and listen to quadraphonic & binaural recordings of the land that divides and unites our two countries.

If you get, give. If you learn, teach. -Maya Angelou

Free PDF 📚: Some of Us Did NOT Die: New & Selected Essays by June Jordan Link 🔗: drive.google.com/file/d/1d-VI8o… Click (alt) for alt text + Book Summary 📖

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Warning Hide my body from those coming to get me -- don't just watch /dem a come fi unno next, i whisper. By then it will be too late to rise up/ what you allowed for one can happen to you too? - Donna/DoNN-aw-TA

The reward for making art is the work, and the practice of building a life around [the] art. - Melissa Febos When an advice comes around for the second time — write it down.

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I hope you understand me ✨

This win shows the folly of underestimating Immigrants, Immigrant communities and Immigrant families, it’s an historic win for all— a testament that New Yorkers don't carry hate in their hearts! Big up yourself Zohran, Mayor Mamdani

I, I, I, I, girders of identity, head on, embedded in the poem. I love the I for its premise of existence —Sharon Olds, born #OTD in 1942 poets.org/poem/take-i-out

Round 2 of reading my poetry at the Guggenheim— and you know it's real when museum staff and security interact with the work// nah guh lie, I feel away 🥹— repost