Secret Knowledge

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Wanda Coleman

American Sonnet (35)

By Wanda Coleman (1946 – 2013)

boooooooo. spooky ripplings of icy waves. this
umpteenth time she returns–this invisible woman
long on haunting short on ectoplasm

“you’re a good man, sistuh,” a lover sighed solongago.
“keep your oil slick and your motor running.”

wretched stained mirrors within mirrors of
fractured webbings like nests of manic spiders
reflect her ruined mien (rue wiggles remorse
squiggles woe jiggles bestride her). oozy Manes spill
out yonder spooling in night’s lofty hour exudes
her gloom and spew in rankling odor of heady dour

as she strives to retrieve flesh to cloak her bones
again to thrive to keep her poisoned id alive

usta be young usta be gifted—still black

Copyright © 1998 by Wanda Coleman.


Amen

By James Baldwin (1927 – 1984)

No, I don’t feel death coming.
I feel death going:
having thrown up his hands,
for the moment.
I feel like I know him
better than I did.
Those arms held me,
for a while,
and, when we meet again,
there will be that secret knowledge
between us.

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T. A. Fry

I am a proud Minnesotan, who has stopped trying to explain why he likes winter. I hope you enjoy my unique collection of sonnets, short poems and nerdy ruminations. Fourteen lines can also be found on Facebook.

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