The poem itself could be an entry. The speaker, a Black person ... I look at my own body With eyes no longer blind — And I see that my own hands can make The world that’s in my mind.

Because we had nowhere to be but there. And these are my favorite people in the whole wide world. Jessie Veeder is a musician and writer living with her husband and daughters on a ranch near ...

I carry poems around in my head at all times ... posters and coupons in every Chicago public library asking people to name their favorite poem and to say why. A couple hundred people answered ...