Wanda Coleman Poems
- Mastectomy the fall of velvet plum points and umber ...
- In That Other Fantasy Where We...
- Bedtime Story bed calls. i sit in the dark in the living room...
- American Sonnet (10) after Lowell our mothers wrung hell...
- American Sonnet (35) boooooooo. spooky ripplings of icy ...
- A Stonehold the thief has made me a gift of his night's ...
Wanda Coleman (birth name, Wanda Evans; November 13, 1946 – November 22, 2013) was an American poet. She was known as "the L.A. Blueswoman," and "the unofficial poet laureate of Los Angeles."
Coleman was born Wanda Evans, and grew up in the Watts neighborhood of Los Angeles during the 1960s. She received fellowships from the John Simon Guggenheim Foundation, The NEA, and the California Arts Council (in fiction and in poetry). She was the first C.O.L.A. literary fellow (Los Angeles Department of Cultural Affairs, 2003). Her numerous honors included an Emmy in Daytime Drama writing, The 1999 Lenore Marshall Prize (for "Bathwater Wine"), and a nomination... more »
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the fall of
velvet plum points and umber aureolae
forget cool evening air kisses the rush of
liberation freed from the brassiere
forget the cupping of his hands the pleasure
his eyes looking down/anticipating
forget his mouth. his tongue at the nipples
his intense hungry nursing
forget sensations which begin either
on the right or the left. go thru the body
linger between thighs
forget the space once grasped during his ecstasy
sweet sweet mama you taste so