Poem of the Week, by Craig Santos Perez

A994E53E-322E-47E7-ACA5-AEEF0E11266EThe area around Cup Foods in Minneapolis has become a memorial, and I walked there yesterday from my house, past a smiling man holding up a cardboard sign at 36th and Stevens.

Me: “I’m sorry, I didn’t bring any cash.”
Man: “You brought your good looks, though.”

I laughed and so did he, then we talked for a while and I told him where I was going. “It’s wrong, isn’t it,” he said. “Murdered like that.” Yes. It’s wrong. All the wrongness floods over in waves and the only thing that helps is to channel it into action toward a better world. I am not Pasifika, but this poem feels so familiar nonetheless.


Ars Pasifika, by Craig Santos Perez

when the tide

of silence


say “ocean”

then with the paddle

of your tongue


the letters to form






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  1. Mary Alice Garber · June 6, 2020

    Dear Alison, Thank you always for your thoughts, observations and selection of poetry. I have just arrived home after a medical ordeal and Four months—first in ICU for twenty days and rehab since February. The poem today brought happy tears. All best, Mary Alice (Politics and Prose)

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    • alisonmcghee · June 6, 2020

      Mary Alice, I had no idea you were going through such an ordeal – my God, I’m so sorry. And I’m so glad you’re home now. Many poems, speedy healing, and much love to you, my wonderful friend.


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