Biography of Romella Kitchens
Romella Kitchens is a Pittsburgh-based poet who has been published in 5AM, The California Quarterly, Mainstreet Rag, The Autumn House Anthology, Chiron Review, Iodine Poetry Press, Mudfish Review and others.
She has done poetry residencies and addressed many school groups concerning poetry. In 2014, she was a judge for the city wide level of Poetry Outloud.
Romella Kitchens's Works:
Hip Hop Warrior, The Immortals, The Red Covered Bridge and The Heaven Of Elephants
Romella Kitchens Poems
Pacifisms The praying man does not let violence into his heart if his prayers are truly prayers. He can be raised in
It Is All Etched In Crayola
A Poem For Pete Seeger: It Is All Etched In Crayolas, January 28,2015 It is the coldest day, it is always the coldest
The Double Standard: Growing Up In Wilki...
The Double Standard (Growing Up In Wilkinsburg, Pa.) Come, the teacher told us dark faced children.
Love Poem Number 9
Sometimes we must fall in love to live and not simply with human beings. One late summer into Fall, I fell in love with bright pink gladiola flowers on a rental's lawn, Beat poetry, vegan hot dogs and black coffee almost simultaneously. I fell in love with umbrellas and fought with anyone who filched mine as if each umbrella
La Tombre Sin Nombre
La Tumbra Sin Nombre The Unmarked Grave The mother of plantains and holy thoughts
What Rusts In The Rain: For The Memory O...
What Rusts In The Rain (For The Memory Of William S. Burroughs & Typewriters) It is Lawrence, Kansas and the sky opens
Revolution, Revolution, Revolu -
REVOLUTION, REVOLUTION, REVOLU- God's palms lay beneath the earth. The earth is not suspended in this...
Oregon Oregon, I remember you. The way your trees were unregretful and made imploring love
Marginalized In gym class many years ago, when I was a twelve yeard old, Miss. Bertini decided to
A White parakeet with a pink bill, she was all things feminine... The birder's books said she should live for approximately six months...
Due To You: The Litany
Due to you, I had an Ereka Badu Winter my hair wrapped up and my heart broken wit no emotional glue 2 put it back 2 together wit
Without you all of the purple honey has died. Why have you gone? The placenta of what was buried in a field of supplication beneath time's blackened oak tree
Poetic Soles I used to write poems as morning began and place them in my shoes I walked around, these poems with me
The Battle Ground Of Food
The Battle Ground Of Food The poor are not poor because it is their fate. The poor are poor because their aggressors, even in their lands fight wars against them with economics.
The Blood Test
We pricked our hand and
feared the blood one day
The accidental of suffering
while all of the while
The stars are not stars
and the dark night canvas
is a simple black sheet