When I
die
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: dark humor, death, Mari E. Evans, unsettling
Twelve has its tribal customs. But thirteen
Is neither boys in battered cars nor dolls…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: adolescence, ageing, childhood, Phyllis McGinley, social commentary
Yet Do I Marvel 0
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,
And did He stoop to quibble could tell why
The little buried mole continues blind…
Categories: Poetry
Tagged: Countee Cullen, race, religion, social commentary, sonnet