Eagle Poem Joy Harjo  To pray you open your whole self To sky, to earth, to sun, to moon To one whole voice that is you. And know there is more That you can't see, can't hear, Can't know except in moments Steadily growing, and in languages That aren't always sound but other Circles of motion. Like eagle that Sunday morning Over Salt River. Circled in blue sky In wind, swept our hearts clean With sacred wings. We see you, see ourselves and know That we must take the utmost care And kindness in all things. Breathe in, knowing we are [...]

Contemplating Extinction as Theme in Basquiat’s “Pez Dispenser, 1984” Kristina Kay Robinson for Malcolm Latiff Shabazz yellow roses in my mother’s room    mean I’m sorry   sadness comes in      generations inheritance           split   flayed    displayed better than all the others crown                                    weight the undue burden of the truly exceptional most special of your kind, a kind of fire persisting unafraid      saffron bloom to remind us of fragility    or beauty       or revolution to ponder darkly             in the bright the fate of young kings [...]