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We the People


                         
 Pablo Picasso

We’re a nation
of angular states
Little curvature to
our hard boundaries
The people’s chins
carved as of iron
Marlboro men

We are states… 106 more words

Poetry

Chicago Race Riot Day 3: Tuesday, July 29, 1919

On the third day of the Chicago’s Race Riots, another level of chaos was added to the fighting. The streetcar workers went on strike. Starting at 4 a.m., surface and elevated trains stopped running. 2,796 more words

Chicago Race Riot 1919

Fog

Fog by Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Poetry

The Storm 

If I’ve read it once, I’ve read in one hundred times, one thousand. Carl Sandburg’s poem Fog is light, beautiful, tangible…brilliant.

Fog

The fog comes… 66 more words

Poetry

Come clean

Come clean with a child heart
Laugh as peaches in the summer wind
Let rain on a house roof be a song
Let the writing on your face… 12 more words