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“You’re allowed to miss the people who were bullets to you,
but you’re not allowed to let them shoot you again.”
– Reyna Biddy, spoken word poet, author of We Find Our Way
“What does it mean to be a poet in a country where more money
per minute is spent on armaments, when we are supposed to be at
peace, than is spent to feed the starving children …When the price
of one stealth bomber, already outmoded, is more than the entire
federal appropriation for all the arts in this country? What does it
mean that a Black, lesbian, feminist, warrior, poet, mother is…
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Reverse freedom riders on their way to New England boarded a bus in New Orleans in 1962.



Dutch American artist Willem de Kooning (1904 – 1997) (center, with light hair) speaks with an unidentified couple at the top of a stoop next door to the Tanager Gallery (the storefront above the ‘Bar’ sign) on 10th Street, New York, New York, April 5, 1959. 
