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Super Mouse
I have forgotten how slick and comping the Lancaster mice were. How they shape shift from one dimension to another and ease through cracks so small one cannot see them. One mouse had- has now… Full Transcript
Like a God
When haters pull me up from the ground, breaking my roots, I’ll get my nourishment from the air. When haters strive to drive me into the dirt, they inspire me to flow. They inspire me… Full Transcript
Standing Rock
Standing Rock. Bitter powers, government run, you are not going to shake me. You are not going to break me. What you do won’t make me. I stand with the birth of the land. I… Full Transcript
One Foot In Darkness
Okay this is called a, “One Foot In Darkness.” Over the years I have pondered how intoxicating would have been to come across some liquid or pills that would do the deed in an instant.… Full Transcript
Heal
Heal. Like a heart that keeps giving, I must keep believing in the power of healing. Sometimes I grind down so hard on my teeth I crack them during the night. I must wear a… Full Transcript
An Evening of Freedom: Straight Out Scribes
The voices you hear reciting this work are those of Dr. V. S. Chochezi and Staajabu, of Straight Out Scribes. Moderator: (Audience applauding and cheering) Let’s give a welcome to Straight Out Scribes. Dr V.… Full Transcript
Misdirections
Misdirections. People wonder why He tends to the plants like He does. Touching them. Them touching him. People wonder why He sits looking at the sky, tending to the birds. The bird sang to Him… Full Transcript
Sag
Sag. How do I hold my temper, keeping my grace, and not become bitter, stuck in this infamous place? I remember even at seven, I dreamed of a better place, in a better race. Stuck… Full Transcript
Struggle To Be
“Struggle To Be.” I don’t want to give loneliness freelance to do its thing, but ultimately, sometimes it happens anyway. So long it has been since my body has been where it wanted to go.… Full Transcript
How Long
I dreamt about you once, when tiny raindrops cascaded across the windowpane. I dreamt about you once, when the snowflakes covered the woodlands and made it too cold to go outside for weeks. I dreamt… Full Transcript
Denied
Denied. This life, a collection of sweet and bitter memories. The dreams are fantasies, made up of forgotten tomorrow that may be played out or remain forever lost, deep within the deception of the mind.… Full Transcript
In A Heavy Way
I do not understand this drought in letters; it’s like a stream in Death Valley. I’ve been writing a lot of poetry. Perhaps they are letters to myself, for loneliness has touched me in every… Full Transcript
The Visitor
This is Wilbert Sanders, Jazz the Poet, with “The Visitor.” While captured in the world of hard knocks, behind steel doors with electronic locks, fences topped off with razor wire, a living hell without the… Full Transcript
Politically Incorrect
Hi, this is Wilbert Sanders as Jazz the Poet, with a piece I’ll call “Politically Incorrect,” and I’m from FCI McKean. Lately the so-called United States are heavily divided and tainted with hate. A deadly… Full Transcript
Don’t Get Trapped
This is Wilbert Sanders, also known as Jazz the Poet with one I called “Don’t Get Trapped.” Since music calms the savage beast, let’s compose a song with lyrics so strong, violence actually comes to… Full Transcript
Crucial Times
“Crucial Times.” We reside inside a peculiar nation plagued by dark clouds of separation, overloaded from policies and restrictions deliberately causing disarray and confliction. Numerous walls are efficiently erected and showing the privilege remain protected… Full Transcript
Rain Down on Me
Hello, this is a poem called “Rain Down on Me” in association with the commentary “A Storm is Coming.” It symbolizes the strength of rain and God’s vastness in purifying the land of evil, racism,… Full Transcript
Beauty in Cell Bars
Beauty in cell bars. We locked ourselves up. Not because of the bars and steel that surrounds us. Not because life doesn’t bend to our every whim. But because of the projections we placed onto… Full Transcript
Go On
My name is Spoon Jackson in that New Folsom Prison. And the title of the poem I’m reading is “Go On.” I cannot go on like this, but I will go on, on and on… Full Transcript

“Stricken” by Spoon Jackson. I remember that Sunday morning tune, you snapping snap beans for dinner while rock doves cooed in the Oak trees. I thought you were the strongest person ever. I thought you… Full Transcript