A Question of Mine

by Lawrence Hollins

When you and I, are far apart.
Can sorrow break, my lonely heart.
I really love you, yes I do!
Sleep is sweet, when I’m dreaming of you.
All you are, is a blooming rose.
Night is here, so I must close.
With the first words, in each line.
You will find, a question of mine.
Again I say, I love you.
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[Poetry] Do You Remember?

Do You Remember?

Do you remember when I first held you?

Do you remember me crying too?

Do you remember you taking your first step?

Do you remember the scrapbook I kept?

Do you remember your first blankie?

Do you remember your first birthday party?

Do you remember me taking you to Disneyland?

Do you remember the beach and the sand?

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[Poem] what will they say about me when i’m gone?

what will they say about me when i’m gone?

will i be a peaceful innocent? wrong place wrong time? victim of circumstance?

or a casualty in the culture war who tempted death with his extreme views and political

agitation?

will i have gotten what i deserved, at a stranger’s hands? at the end of the pole on the hood of a car at knifepoint with a bullet in my back

consider this a will.

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Poetry: The Way It Is by Jack Hirschman

THE WAY IT IS

J.W. told me tonight
that Mitch the Chipewa
died two nights ago.

“Over-exposure and drink.
39 years old.” “And he had
a bad ticker,” said Gyzmo’s

friend, coming into the Bar
mainly to whisper some stash
of a deal into J.W.’s ear.

The Tenderloin Times says
108 or 109 died homeless
this year, but we know many

more simply could no longer
bear the excellent San Francisco
food fare.

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Poetry: To The Finish Line by Easy Cool

TO THE FINISH LINE

WORDS BY EASY COOL

I’M GONNA LOVE YOU,

TO THE FINISH LINE,

AND THAT WAY,

I’LL KNOW THAT YOU’RE REALLY MINE,

ALL THE TIME,

THAT I MAKE LOVE TO YOU,

TO THE FINISH LINE.

I’LL BE ON MY MARK,

READY TO GO,

I’LL BE ON MY MARK,

READY TO GO

I’LL BE ALL SET,

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Writer’s Corner – April 15

WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL SAFE?

WHAT OR WHO
PROTECTS YOU?

IF YOU WERE TO TRULY MAKE THIS
CITY A SANCTUARY, WHAT WOULD IT LOOK LIKE?

START A POEM WITH THE LINE:
I FIND SANCTUARY IN…
I MAKE MY SHIELD FROM…
WHEN I CAST A PROTECTION SPELL, I CONJURE…

This writing prompt is brought to you by Ghostlines. Ghostlines
is a Bay Area collective of poets,

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Poetry: How U see Me

Ghetto Queen, fried chicken nappy meal eaten, big booty, angry Black Women.

Ignorant, lazy, baby mama, welfare Queen —
Where da little niglet?
Looking like a buffoon —
Which spear chucker da daddy?

A public enemy that needs to be controlled. A criminal prone to violence, unemployable. disrespectful, nappy head, hood RAT fo sure.

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Poets Natasha Huey and Gabriel Cortez foster community, creativity with homeless youth

Co-founded in 2013 by poets Natasha Huey and Gabriel Cortez, Write Home is a project that facilitates writing workshops and open mics for homeless youth in shelters and service organizations in Berkeley, CA. Through spoken word poetry, youth are able to foster community, express themselves creatively, and develop positive human connections.

Tell me a bit more about Write Home. What is a typical night like holding a writing workshop?

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[Poetry] Ode to DPW

Ode to DPW

You couldn’t wait

To clear the tents

And what you

Deemed junk off that

Stretch of sidewalk

Known as 17th st.

The pictures of

Our fallen were

Taken down and,

If not for those among

Us who refuse to take

Shit and to have folks

Take our shit,

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[Poetry] In the Shadow of the Ghost Ship

Lindsay, Tennessee and Jose, three hapless souls who didn’t escape the Fire. 

A conflagration, ignited by fear, suspicion and hatred suffocated Lindsay, Tennessee and Jose and bought about their demise

…mainly because Lindsay, Tennessee and Jose …were among the despised.

And the Ghost Ship still lingers after smoldering timbers have dimmed.

The Privileged sparked attitudes sets feelings ablaze, burning animosities that flicker with hatred and scorn.

There will be no concerts for 79 year old Jose Campos found dead in a driveway of the housed…

There will be no Crowdfunding for 27 year old Lindsay McCollum and Eddie Tennessee Tate…the two tasting and feeling the Fire from the muzzle of a deadly weapon.

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