French Roast, La Silencia Resistencia in California

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My cup of coffee has gone
stale in the late afternoon and it hits
me as the cloudy stuffiness of suburbia creeps
through the kitchen screen door:
    assault is a part of the social stream
    a chokehold, a lump of saliva
    wedged against the back of my throat.

Hues are heavy against the chest when
    news cycles saturate the temporal lobe—
along state lines men and women are fettered
against wire, children …

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From Claire de Lune, A Play | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

From Claire de Lune

Part One

1.

I am your moon.
You are my light.

2.

Little moon girl, sitting in the pool
O ball, in and out of the water

O kindness, o gentleness
crow, no raven, sitting …

What They Said | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

What They Said

 

“What are you reading?” she asked,

from behind an orange mask.

In the past, I would have smiled,

responded cordially about this book,

only this pandemic has changed me.

My intolerance has grown, like

an overdue …

Large Print Poetry

You direct my eyes
to the yellow door of the bookshop.

Help me when I ask. Don’t just pull me                       …

Where I Go: Praying to the Pickleball Gods | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Where I Go: Praying to the Pickleball Gods

Making the Pilgrimage to Bainbridge Island Connects Fans to the Sport’s Origins and to One Another

Pickleball—an addictive mashup of tennis, badminton, and ping pong—is seemingly everywhere these days, and played by seemingly everyone.

There are now a whopping 4.8 million players in the U.S. (a number …

The Palls | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

The Palls

after Tommye Blount’s ‘The Suit’

 

Rookie,   this shift blows–still,   wear your tie, though
    in time   you’ll goddamn the   Southside. Lord   knows

I’ve spilled   …