Write Right

Well, hello. Apologies for the monumental delay in finishing Write Right’s Alphabet Adventure. It’s a bit like getting to the end of the alphabet game—the one where you go on a trip and try to name an alphabetical list of animals or fruit or some other entity—and struggling to successfully complete, and win, the game. Alas, no prizes will be awarded to Write Right....

Alphabet Adventure: X, Y, and Z Well, hello. Apologies for the monumental delay in finishing Write Right’s Alphabet Adventure. It’s a bit like getting to the end of the alphabet game—the one where you go on a trip and try to name…

Subway Wind Far down, down through the city’s great gaunt gutThe gray train rushing bears the weary wind;In the packed cars the fans the crowd’s breath cut,Leaving the sick and heavy air behind.And pale-cheeked children seek the upper doorTo give their summer jackets to the breeze;Their laugh is swallowed in the deafening roarOf captive wind that moans for fields and seas; [ 959 more words ]

Reflecting on Claude McKay’s “Subway Wind” I find myself wondering, perhaps because of a growing awareness of systemic racism, how Claude McKay’s experiences as a Black man influence “Subway Wind.”