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
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
La Tombre Sin Nombre
La Tumbra Sin Nombre The Unmarked Grave The mother of plantains and holy thoughts
Pacifisms The praying man does not let violence into his heart if his prayers are truly prayers. He can be raised in
The Immigrants 1. It is incorrect in a society to have an exile that
Brown Sugar Babies
Think about it...The more ugly the world treats one group of people the more beautiful they become. Consider how the human creature had walked the earth for all these
Oregon Oregon, I remember you. The way your trees were unregretful and made imploring love
The Boston Marathon 2013
I must tell you in life there, has been nothing better than honey in warm milk with consistent plain, bread warm like unto human skin - except for peace.
Broken-Hearted Blues From Georgia those blues came walking, wearing worn shoes. Broken-hearted, migrant from the orphanages,
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
The Intimacy Of Isolation
The air was motionless above the bed. He had touched her but not made love to her yet again.
Letter To The Aging
If you have aged, it is not because you have set out amongst the rocks and cavernous dens of existence to do so.
East St. Louis
East St. Louis Sorrow is not done for the Black man. Here it comes, pouring down like
The Technology Of Love
Nothing is of purpose in this world but love. Love has the ultimate value.
Poetic Soles I used to write poems as morning began and place them in my shoes I walked around, these poems with me
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