Introducing Olo
If you haven’t heard about Olo yet, check out this article from The Good News Network, by Andy Corbley: “Scientists Define a Color Never Before Seen by Human Eyes, Called ‘Olo’–a Blue-Green of Intense Saturation.” It’s still possible to innovate…
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For Earth Day
“Earth Day,” Jane Yolen I am the EarthAnd the Earth is me.Each blade of grass,Each honey tree,Each bit of mud,And stick and stoneIs blood and muscle,Skin and bone.And just as INeed every bitOf me to makeMy body fit,So Earth needsGrass…
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A Few of My Favorite Poems by Nayyirah Waheed
unharm someone by telling the truth you could not face when you struck instead of tended. — put the fire out (unburn) listen to my poems. but do not look for me. look for you. — you i don’t pay…
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“America,” Richard Blanco
I. Although Tía Miriam boasted she discovered at least half a dozen uses for peanut butter— topping for guava shells in syrup, butter substitute for Cuban toast, hair conditioner and relaxer— Mamá never knew what to make of the monthly five-pound…
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“When I Heard the Learn’d Astronomer,” Walt Whitman
When I heard the learn’d astronomer, When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me, When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them, When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured…
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“Dreams,” Nikki Giovanni
in my younger years before i learned black people aren’t suppose to dream i wanted to be a raelet and say “dr o wn d in my youn tears” or “tal kin bout tal kin bout” or marjorie hendricks and…
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“There Are Birds Here,” Jamaal May
For Detroit There are birds here, so many birds here is what I was trying to say when they said those birds were metaphors for what is trapped between buildings and buildings. No. The birds…
Keep reading“Song of Myself,” Walt Whitman (section 1 only)
I Celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear…
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“Do not go gentle into that good night,” Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had…
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