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Read MoreI Remember Walking down the street, the police seriens on repeat I Remember coming home smelling the Puerto Rican food through the door I Remember my mom walking to school on 97st I Remember my mom yelling Matto in the house...
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Read MoreThe heavy bodies lunge, the broken language of fake and drive, glamorous jump shot slowed to a stutter. Their gestures, in love again with the pure geometry of curves, rise toward the ball, falter, and fall away. On the boards their hands and fingertips tremble...
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Matthew commented on the post, Those Winter Sundays By Robert Hayden, Read By Drew H.
Dear Drew,
I am amazed by your performance of Hayden’s poem, “Those Winter Sundays” . It was cool hearing a little kid point of view. One line that stands out for me is, ”When the rooms were warm, he’d call, / and slowly I would rise and dress”. This line is nostalgic for me because I remember waking up when i was little on a snowy day on winter…Read More
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Matthew commented on the post, Those Winter Sundays By Robert Hayden, Read By Drew H.
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