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Her language jumps off the page,” wrote Camille Paglia in More magazine. it happened so gradual i didn't notice maybe i had to get my run out first ... --Wanda Colemanin "Tangled Vines," Lyn Lifshin, Ed., Harcourt Brace Jovanovich, 1992 Posted by Nicole at 10:05 AM No comments: it happened so gradual i didn't notice The first edition of HERITAGE: AFRICAN AMERICAN READINGS FOR WRITING was praised as a great resource for students who come to college with a limited knowledge of the African-American experience. “Dear Mama (4)” appeared in Heavy Daughter Blues: Poems and Stories, 1968–1986 (Black Sparrow Press, 1987). 32 0 obj <>/Filter/FlateDecode/ID[<01054EA9CE715C4D9ACF877016495D45><3A67902B1E414F459479A26D84CD525C>]/Index[18 32]/Info 17 0 R/Length 77/Prev 67316/Root 19 0 R/Size 50/Type/XRef/W[1 2 1]>>stream https://www.poets.org/sites/default/files/styles/286x289/public/images/biographies/WandaColeman_NewBioImage.png?itok=i_S-Lrm4. laughing as though laughter wards off death dear Georgiana, trying to do something to shake off this post holiday boohoohoo. it would be victory over raging hearts should we manage to become… Dear Mama by Wanda Coleman when did we become friends? when it will be the only coin i possess Reprinted by permission of Black Sparrow Press, an imprint of David R. Godine, Publisher. shakes me maybe that's what has to happen with some uppity 0 treasure to bury within © Academy of American Poets, 75 Maiden Lane, Suite 901, New York, NY 10038, take a big bite of the honky world and choke on it, maybe that's what has to happen with some uppity youngsters, who want to care for/protect their parents, laughing as though laughter wards off death, In That Other Fantasy Where We Live Forever. 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