"The jukebox at Pizza King didn’t bump any songs past / 1978 but we fed it quarters anyway"
"When my son rides the Switch Back Gravity Rail over coal lines in Jim Thorpe, I hope to God the mountains are His and my boy might believe in his ancestor clans."
"this is how i ground myself. / i follow the writing on the wall."
"This city isn’t built on bullets / alone."
"What I remember of South Bend is smoking in the back yard. / The small, short houses of a cheap and curbless neighborhood."
"Somewhere the houses are rebuilding themselves./Sanding away the lead-coated paint from their siding."
"Every curve & angle of us was a sign to the end of times; / ... but we were too high and mighty to hear the trumpet"
"I get to say that I’m from here."
"They said the city was a testament to liberal pragmatism. They said that the gaunt-eyed brown children of the borderless had ruined it."
In Minnesota, Somali youth poets are changing the game.
An original poem from "The Milwaukee Anthology."
Pittsburgh's legendary boxing trainer, ex-police officer, and poet passed away this past weekend at the age of sixty-nine.