"I unfold my maps and trace my finger / across searching for the most authentic-looking / ruins."
"Steel trusses & gusset plates gave way:/Splintered concrete bones, somersaults//Of beams"
"In early morning the tributaries / at Pittsburgh meld, then flow on / for centuries"
"home is built upon the scaffolding / of a hundred thousand stories..."
"I kneeled at the stump where we laid the Ford agate,/Made up spells and secrets..."
An original poem from "The Milwaukee Anthology."
"I heard we got the city doing front flips // where every father/mayor/rapper jump ship"
"and there I was,/wearing a two-hundred-dollar wool coat/in my own kitchen.../homesick and hungry"
"There’s no name/for the things/we do to survive."
A new poem by Kelly Garriott Waite.
"Detroit be a Twilight Zone//...be the last thing standing between us and dirt"
"My grandmother visits me from heaven/in the form of patient and complicated insects."