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<p class=ql-align-justify>If you hear Etheridge Knight Amiri Baraka Langston Hughes singing through this tender howl of rage it's because in 21st Century America <strong>Martin Wiley</strong> the poet and paterfamilias just wants to goof around with his kids but there's a brutal war on Black bodies outside his door so he still has to wake up in the heavy morning not wanting to know/how we died last night.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>-Jeff Conant</strong> father and author of <em>A Poetics of Resistance: </em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><em>The Revolutionary Public Relations of the Zapatista Insurgency</em></p><p class=ql-align-justify><br></p><p class=ql-align-justify>If every word is a war on the news these poems are daisies in the guns pointed at us on the daily. Like a cousin to Baraka's suicidal preface in 1961 this long song meditates on how children fill the gaps in our broken hearts and light the way to our backstories.</p><p class=ql-align-justify><strong>-Yolanda Wisher</strong> author of <em>Monk Eats an Afro</em> 3rd Poet Laureate </p><p class=ql-align-justify>of Philadelphia</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>