Good River Feeling Bad

Good River Feeling Bad

  Her voice is deep water Though she’s too shallow this year for ships Her body more round than angular When I ask her questions I get more Answers than I know what to do with She says her name in whispers I know her by many names And by the ranges she explores...
Teaching from the Heart

Teaching from the Heart

As with most love affairs, it happened by chance and caught me by surprise. After our first few dates, I realized that my life had led me to this moment, that I was right where I belonged: in front of 150 students every day at Central High School. Unlike many of my...
The True Box of Life

The True Box of Life

Kofi Bobby Hickman was an artist in residence in Jennifer Bangoura’s writing class at Gordon Parks High School. The following piece was compiled from the writing of students in that class and is formatted to use as a group performance or dramatic reading. Kofi was...
Thank You for Calling The Radisson Saint Paul

Thank You for Calling The Radisson Saint Paul

  During the summer of 1980 between my sophomore and junior years at Hamline University, I worked as a telephone operator on the 3 to 11 p.m. shift on the last existing cord board in Saint Paul, at the downtown Radisson Hotel. The toggles and cords were mounted...

Grandma’s Arms

Grandma’s brown arms wrapped around the world and held it tight, close to her bosom, close to her heartbeat. Grandma’s brown arms always listened, paid attention, knew just how tight to squeeze, and when to let go. Grandma loved fierce, fiercer than anyone. In her...
The Cathedral—June Thirteenth

The Cathedral—June Thirteenth

Because the vistas end in arches that do not change And the grillwork of sails forecasts a season of palms The dove holds a steady hover over the crossroads of death My heart beats erratically I have been afraid of harsh words of hounds quarrying the cat of my aging....