My poems podcast, Words by Winter, can be found here. Yesterday I listened to a news commentator tell me that in a few weeks things will have died down and we’d be “back to normal.” Really? Normal used to mean the legal enslavement of Black people. Normal, in my grandmother’s day, meant she couldn’t vote. Normal, when … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Shilpa Kamat
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