A dazzling exploration of the intimate and public landscapes of passion from the American Poetry Society's 2018 Wallace Stevens Award–winner. In haiku, tanka, and sensual blues, Sonia Sanchez writes of the many forms love takes: burning, dreamy, disappointed, vulnerable. With words that revel and reveal, she shares love's painful beauty.
Shake Loose My Skin is a stunning testament to the literary, sensual, and political powers of the award-winning Sonia Sanchez.
Sonia Sanchez. ancestor's voice (female) do you remember me, ayyyyyy? when our wombs were cerebral, ayyyyyy? did you dream about me, ayyyyyy? and not betrayal, ayyyyyy? did you take your coastal blood to any playground ayyyyyy? to every ...
Sonia Sanchez is a prolific, award-winning poet and one of the most prominent writers in the Black Arts movement. This collection brings her plays together in one volume for the first time.
Gathering highlights from all of Sonia Sanchez’s poetry, this compilation is sure to inspire love and community engagement among her legions of fans.
Sonia Sanchez. Beacon Press 25 Beacon Street Boston, Massachusetts 021082892 www.beacon.org Beacon Press books are published under the auspices of the Unitarian Universalist Association of Congregations. © 2010 bySoniaSanchez All rights ...
When she writes she roars, and when she sleeps other creatures walk gingerly."— Maya Angelou Originally published in 1984, this collection of prose, prose poems and lyric verses is as fresh and radical today as it was then.
A collection of poems focusing on the Black experience
Renowned African-American poet Sonia Sanchez explores the pain, self-doubt, and anger that emerge in women's lives: an unfaithful life partner, a brutal rape, the murder of a woman by her granddaughter, the ravages of drugs.
Through these compelling voices, The Painted Drum explores the strange power that lost children exert on the memories of those theyleave behind, and as the novel unfolds, its elegantly crafted narrative comes to embody the intricate, ...
“Maybe this is what the Garden of Eden was like,” I say, pulling up a metal garden chair to sit beside her, and Sophy kisses the air. Shame and strife were not welcome in Eden; they're not welcome here. I tell myself this until I almost ...