we’re bleeding out
not only from the gun and knife
though we’re losing there, too
we’re bleeding out
potential
bleaching out
dark pools of creativity
taking a bucket and brush
to possibility
on the streets and stoops
brother to brother, mother to son, east side to west
a game of Chinese whispers
I’m not sure if D. Watkins’ The Cook Up: A Crack Rock Memoir was on anyone else’s wish list for Mother’s Day this year, but it was on mine.
You are the Angel on every corner
the last choir
life’s deliverer and death’s powdery hand
You are the Man in the Mirror
the jittery birds calling on the fence
You are the breeze that blows in every season
catching up what’s left...
First of all, we go where the jobs are.
We’re Caroline Center. Committed to women. Committed to work.
From “What It Takes“
Following the death of Freddie Gray, the need for more and more meaningful work as an antidote to injustice in Baltimore has become a rallying cry. Caroline Center reflects on one aspect of the issue in The Breakroom.
