mahogany is about the passing of time and unimaginable loss, strength, humor, and love
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/>mahogany takes its name from the dark wood prized for its durability, workability, and elegant look, and from the Diana Ross movie, whose theme song asks if what lies ahead is what you really want. This book is the third in a trilogy, and like the first two books it is steeped in pop music. Each poem here takes its title from a line of a Diana Ross and The Supremes song, as well as songs from Diana Ross' solo career. Short lines flow down the page like postmodern psalms, connecting dailyness to timelessness, merging the historical and the beloved through reverence for family, music, and the life we actually live. mahogany is a lament for the passing of time and unimaginable loss, and at the same time it models the daily search for joy, and the deep shine that can arise from the darkest times.
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/>[sample poem]
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/>i'm like a woman who once knew splendor*
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/>sometimes i feel like the pink panther
/>all naked and pink
/>lost in the morass of
/>do the best you can today
/>and nigga heal thy self
/>our end of winter
/>spirits break
/>like old tibetan snow
/>i remember
/>you was conflicted
/>and i found myself alone
/>here on my ancient hurt
/>the disquieting hum
/>of living history
/>dear god, please
/>put my head above my heart
/>we can only be together
/>if the stories are told
/>plain face
/>same instrument
/>just a couple of coke bottles
/>full of gasoline
/>like god and rain
/>is a waste of time
/>my mother used to clean houses
/>as a child
/>some days i can barely
/>get out of bed
/>in my mind
/>she's like diana ross
/>scrubbing the white lady's stairs
/>in lady sings the blues
/>except prettier
/>and with green eyes
/>i've just been living
/>off of cough drops
/>and water and anger
/>just sitting in the whole foods
/>parking lot eating pineapple
/>i am literally
/>the definition of "hot mess"
/>pain changes everything
/>somebody come
/>and pick up
/>my limp body
/>off the ground
/>i am dying
/>a slow ohio death
/>we miss you starman
/>it's our first sunrise of the burn
