I’m from spineless textbooks classrooms filled with black and brown children sitting on three-legged chairs teachers scratching boards with their store-bought chalk I’m from an-everything-works school 2, while angry adults brandishing bats and chains scream: WE DON’T WANT YOUR KIND IN OUR SCHOOLS! Defiant me winning Spelling Bs I’m from […]
Where I’m From
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Orange yellow brown Dark line, round, sideways Green, yellow, beige Dark line, round, oval, sideways Tilted Looking down, looking straight ahead Stripes. Patches of blue. Tilted Straight Tilted Tilted Delicious Is it real?
I am from the smell of coffee in the morningA pot of dolmas on the stoveDelicious memories of pilaf and choreg, “dubda” and yalanchi I am from the sounds of music throughout the dayBach, Beethoven, Chopin, Gershwin, jazz, rockHands freezing while practicingDepression-era parents, both generous and thrifty, even inventive One […]
Where I’m From By Adrienne Urbanski I am from family pizza nights with rented movies from the video store, Our eyes glued to the screens as we dreamed of larger possibilities And lives bigger than our own. Wondering who we could be or who we missed out on becoming. I […]
I am not a poet, so this will not be poetry, unless you enjoy a non-poem, poem. When I was young, my feet turned in — pigeon toed and other ugly things to call the legs of a child. So my mother dutifully took me to ballet, where the tough […]
I’m from the city of ‘good neighbors’, Where snow falls six feet deep, covering the streets in a tranquil white. I reside in a place adorned with pinecones, evergreens, and maple trees, Where flavors dance on the tongue, and memories are made. From the heavenly delights of La Nova Pizzeria, […]
And, I am from the farm and the ranch – from pranksters and a good laugh – from love and anger, shame and depression – from industrial creativity. And I never forget: When the going gets tough, the tough get going and it’s ok if someone is not tough enough […]
I’m from a place
I couldn’t wait
to get away from
Image cropped from a photo by Doug Kerr, licensed CC BY-SA 2.0
My grandfather made us dollhouses with six wallpapered rooms and an attic the width of our wingspan then We played back to back in the back of my sister’s closet which was itself an attic I remember the tiny plywood chair I could’ve crushed in my palm hot glue spilled […]
I am from kindness and comfort from think twice before speaking and actions are louder than words I am from rainy sporting events and dinner on the table by game’s end. A warm meal of love meant to replace the support that fear wouldn’t allow I am from privilege born […]
I am from books and running shoes, from Jack Daniels and powdered milk. I am from the shot-heard-round-the-world bridge and the kettle hole pond, from leafy freedom and feral suburbia. I am from the bottom of the pig pile, kill the guy with the ball, bloody knuckles and cops and […]
