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LYNNE THOMPSON: Hello! My name is Lynne Thompson, Poet Laureate for the City of Los Angeles and I’m so happy to welcome listeners to this installment of Poems on Air, a podcast supported by the Los Angeles Public Library. Every week, I’ll present the work of poets I admire, poets who you should know, and poets who have made a substantial and inimitable contribution to the art and craft of poetry.
LYNNE THOMPSON: As we learned in last week’s episode of Poems on Air, poets with debut collections are making a mighty noise in the genre. Another example of this righteous noise is Michael Kleber-Diggs’ collection from Worldly Things, winner of the Max Ritvo Poetry Prize. A Pushcart Prize nominee and Fellow with the Givens Foundation for African American Literature, Kleber-Diggs teaches Creative Writing in Augsburg University’s low-residency MFA program and for Saint Paul Conservatory for Performing Artists and he is an instructor for the Minnesota Prison Writing Workshop.
LYNNE THOMPSON:Today’s poem is "Every Mourning" by Michael Kleber-Diggs.
Every Mourning
Morning: walking my neighborhood, I come upon a colony of ants busy at work. I take care not to step on any and miss them all, then encounter up a ways a fellow traveler greeting the day. I am frightening her. No. She is afraid of me. Is she an introvert? Is she a neighbor? Is she just in from the `burbs, from the country? Is she scared of the inner city? Am I the inner city? Is she racist? Shouldn’t I be the wary one? Or is she a survivor like me? It can’t be what I’m wearing: khakis, a blue and white checkered button-down shirt, and the nylon sandals I favor because they’re comfortable, my feet can breathe in them. Dear Friends, I am the nicest man on earth. And I want to shout, Morning! But just then a weaver or carpenter, just then a pharaoh or fire or pavement, just then a little black ant struggles by alone, alone. And in that moment, I want us to give ourselves over to industry, carry the weight of the day together, lighten it. I want to be part of a colony where I feel easy walking around. Cool as the goddamn breeze. Where I can breathe, build structures sturdier and grander than this—but the woman crosses to the other side of the street, and I do what I usually do: retreat into myself as far as I can, then send out whatever’s left.
LYNNE THOMPSON: The Los Angeles Poet Laureate was created as a joint program between the City’s Department of Cultural Affairs and the Los Angeles Public Library and this podcast is available wherever you get your podcasts. Thanks for listening!
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