Wednesday, September 21, 2022
Blue Hour Reading Series with Faylita Hicks and Hila Ratzabi
Haymarket House
We fear from afar
The brutal waste of war
The extravagant arrogance of power.
We rage at the rage of men
Who refuse to see you, or rather,
Choose to see through you and thereby
Refuse to see themselves.
Watch Hila Ratzabi’s 2022 reading with Faylita Hicks at the Chicago Poetry Center:
Hila Ratzabi begins at 42:51 minutes.
When I heard the explosions I was watching TV
after putting the kids to bed. There was nothing on
and I didn’t feel like checking the news,
dear God, because how could I want
to hear, over and over again,
the same story. While falling asleep
my son said, “I have so many stories
in my pocket to tell you.” Someone’s son,
another one, is dead. All his stories
folded up inside the quiet earth.
Wednesday, September 21, 2022
Blue Hour Reading Series with Faylita Hicks and Hila Ratzabi
Haymarket House
The highway swells like tide and I lie awake, willing
dozens of wheels to swerve loose of the pile-up
I know is coming, always comes, when I am away,
being Black and bothered.
– Faylita Hicks, “ASMR Sleepcast: The Night After Being Released from the Rural County Jail”
Watch Faylita Hicks’ 2022 reading with Hila Ratzabi at the Chicago Poetry Center:
Faylita Hicks begins at 8:17 minutes.
You should know this city
thirsts for copper-
tinged sediment & meat
fresh from the workers
of the dying farms & fields.
Sick without a steady flux
of salt-leaking star-beaten
bodies, this city turns
in on itself & chews
on my sisters
Tuesday, September 20, 2022
Poetry @ the Green with Sabrina Pastard
320 S. Canal
In this world there is
Sweetness
Like mangos
Like “let me cook for you”
Like a helping hand
Like the hug you never want to end
Like the look that reads love
Like what you’re about to find
between your lovers thighs
Like the spoon full of sugar
that makes the world go round
We rareley saw the sun together
we were a part of the night
mosiquitos and
deep conversations
of just silly questions
of another story
of our sanity
the only yellow we know
is the glow of the street lights
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Tuesday, August 30, 2022
Poetry @ the Green with Melissa Castro Almandina
320 S. Canal
My father used to take me across time,
It came with us when we took the bus from Guadaliajara to Michoacán where
I sought scorpions, I hunted them, like I hunted ghosts
I was 4.
– Melissa Castro Almandina, “Because I Taught Myself How to Read English”
Trapped monarchs die inside
Before they become dust
It is cruel to see a monarch in
A cage, winged flesh ripped
In the name of nationalism
In keeping the wings white
What a cruel vision
To see fluttering dreams
Encased.
– Melissa Castro Almandina, “Children of the Dead”
“Writing, for me, is a way of reimagining that which I’ve experienced and creating something new. It’s a way of future-building. It’s a way of taking back agency. Each time I do this in my writing, I think it makes me a little more free.”
Tuesday, August 2, 2022
Poetry @ the Green with Justus Pugh
320 S. Canal
as i begin to compose this “thing”
note that it will change between now and it’s conclusion
if there is a conclusion
this began as an idea-
an idea to collect and creatively organize my thoughts;