Martin Luther King

Sandpapering history, Stood as his will, a man, dark As honey, who tried to ferry Across to the other shore, One where there is no distinction Of color or any utterance of slave names, The oar, a dream was, And every stroke that rippled and pushed, On waters of the Mississippi, Too rippled on pages…

3 Poems Titled “Shakespeare”

Shakespeare The Jesus of drama and the sonnet, Stood upon the Avon, like an Avon salesman, And sold something he pedaled From the inside of his third eye, How the globe went, from a theatre to an area, Spanned in the middle of the two poles, The Arctic and the Antarctic, As the bard who…