Rain – I listen in bed/ Sky bursting to life outside/ Somehow gives me peace
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The following poem, ‘Leroy and Viola,’ was written after I read a newspaper article about a white woman named Viola Gregg Liuzzo, who sacrificed her life for the American Civil Rights movement, and her companion on that fateful day, African American freedom fighter, Leroy Moton. I had the honor and privilege of speaking with Mr.
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Forgetting – This life is bigger/ Us and the things you told me/ A moment in space
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I think someone else at Finding Home did this too? Was inspired and wrote a poem about a literary concert? Or did the wine go to my head, and I heard it wrong when one of the emcees said it? Anyway, that’s what I ended up doing too when contemplating how to write about the Finding
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Yellow – Shocks and attracts me/ Energy of youth and spring/ Hope for excitement
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Ok, he’s not that much of a mysterious writer if you get to see his picture here. And you can catch him hosting and performing at events around Leipzig, like open mics and literary concerts at Poniatowski the Polish bar and arts hangout. But I still find him mysterious because he doesn’t seem to reveal
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