• SMCC is Alive With Poetry Readings

    Jessica Spoto April is National Poetry Month. In 1996, the Academy of American Poets started National Poetry month to honor poetry and poets themselves. Throughout April there are numerous venues for poets to read and the public to enjoy. Highlighting the power of poetry was he aim of the Academy of American Poets when they… Read more

  • I, Too 

    Langston Hughes  I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I’ll be at the table When company comes. Nobody’ll dare Say to me, “Eat in the kitchen,” Then. Besides, They’ll see how beautiful… Read more

  • Not A Weekend  Getaway

      Rupi Kaur Did you think i was a city big enough for a weekend getaway? I am the town surrounding it, the one you’ve never heard of but always pass through There are no neon lights here, no skyscrapers or statues but there is thunder, for I make bridges tremble I am not street… Read more

  • Who Are You

    Jack Marcus I am a small poem on a page with room for another. Share with me this white field, wide as an acre of snow, clear but for these tiny markings like the steps of birds. Come now. This is the trough of the wave, the seconds after lightning. Thin slice of silence as… Read more

  • Fifth Grade Autobiography

    Rita Dove I was four in this photograph fishing with my grandparents at a lake in Michigan. My brother squats in poison ivy. His Davy Crockett cap sits squared on his head so the raccoon tail flounces down the back of his sailor suit. My grandfather sits to the far right in a folding chair,… Read more

  • Mother to Son

    Langston Hughes  Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. It’s had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor— Bare. But all the time I’se been a-climbin’ on, And reachin’ landin’s, And turnin’ corners, And sometimes goin’ in the dark Where there ain’t been no… Read more