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for Claude McKay In the middle of Harlem, he manages to scratch out a sonnet on the subway. Strict to form, pencil-smudged, it imagines the grace of his childhood home. On display, flowers and birds, his mother and good friends; a benevolence that shines from the moon, wets the morning grass and pools on his skin-- a light that might help him find a new home. But New York city is already white with snow—strange to a man from Jamaica-- and curiously hostile toward his plight to get to work on time, between stanzas. The sonnet, like a fresh hole in his shoe, has voyeur's lust for a life he once knew. Charles Gillispie received his MFA from the University of Arizona. He is a licensed counselor specializing in the use of expressive arts. He has published two collections of poems, The Way We Go On (University of Nebraska Press, 2010) and Ever Loyal to the Story (League of Minnesota Poets, 2023, winner of the John Rezmerski Memorial Book Award). Most recently, his poems have appeared in ACM, December, Oberon, and Psychological Perspectives.
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Constance Wieneke
2/26/2026 08:27:26 am
Lovely. The serious playfulness. Melancholy grounded in the poet's words. All the poet misses by noting what is around him.
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