When Lucille Clifton asks, “won’t you celebrate with me,” we answer yes. What does this Black woman decide when she finds no model for how to create her life? “what did i see but to be myself?” she responds. The poet fastens her hands and makes her life of “starshine and clay.” What does a boy from the staunchly-segregated south long to do before he dies? Jimmy Carter casts his ballot for Kamala Harris. Won’t you celebrate the 39th president with me?
Read MoreTogether, woven into a ragtag assembly, our eyes meet naturally and hold. Such sweet bedlam engulfs me for almost five hours. Not one raised voice, not even one—those leaving the tent and unable to get the vaccine nevertheless calmly detail the snafu and proudly show off their new appointment cards. No complaint, not one, from those in wheelchairs or dressed in shirtsleeves.
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planet earth dwellers / forgive us our trespasses / we will right this ship
Marching Forward—Pete Buttigieg at Selma and Protestors Everywhere
Getting the Scoop—Aaron Parnas and Project Salt Box
Art for the Heart—“Sinners” and Olivia Dean sing, Mary Oliver laughs
bowing to beauty / oh-oh-oh, mm-hm-mm (hey!) / April’s a’flaunting