Poems by Toi Derricotte
St. Peter Claver
... uit priest who labored for the salvation of the African Negroes and the abolition of the slave trade ...
A Note on My Son’s Face
... I remembered how, an infant, his face was too dark, ...
The Minks
... we’d put the offering of raw horse meat on their trays, as if ...
The Weakness
... light-skinned matron whose car was parked, who walked on swirling ...
Not Forgotten
... his pocket knife and cut the grass away, he swept it ...
Invisible Dreams
... I turn on my left side, like one comfortable ...
Black Boys Play the Classics
... B: Amazing! I did not think that they could speak this tongue ...
Christmas Eve: My Mother Dressing
... as if we never would have noticed what flew among us unless it was weighted and bound in its mask ...
Passing
... In one scene in the book, in a restaurant, ...
