Poem: Sorrow Is Not My Name—Ross Gay; Read by Jubi Arriola-Headley
Sorrow Is Not My Name By Ross Gay —after Gwendolyn Brooks No matter the pull toward brink. No matter the florid, deep sleep awaits. There is a time for everything. Look, just this morning a vulture nodded his red, grizzled head at me, and I looked at him, admiring the sickle of his beak. Then […]
