Category Archives: Urbanspeak

Addiction Manifesto

There is nothing more important Not a person Not a physical impediment Not familial warnings Not clinical outcomes Not religious remembrances Not criminal charges Not legal proceedings Not a lover’s embrace No employment can sustain No hope lasts No lifestyle … Continue reading

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Primitive Legacy

A primitive people Once roamed this shore This land was quietly owned Lovingly embraced The creatures respected Natural resources godlike. What remains of their path? Shabby remnants! Street names City parks Long-forgotten legends Fill dusty books! Where are their faces? … Continue reading

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From the Sixth Floor

Across the skyway Silvered glass stories reflect The ancient and the modern the old and the young Businessman, homeless one Those ready to contribute Those who gave up long ago Fresh Opportunity Past Achievements The glass meets the horizon Exposing … Continue reading

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City Story

Smoke stacks and caustic chemical storage tanks Usher in the skyline of the city, A former haven of progress When prosperity was so plentiful Material waste was never considered. Industry and retail have fled White collar wages reduced City employees … Continue reading

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Freeze

It is a January Michigan morning Cold pierces your lungs taking your breathe away bundled woolen windows defrosted complete in comfort I start my commute road open wide before rush hour I fly pass transport trucks quickly deposited into the … Continue reading

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Tracy and Katherine

Tracy William McGregor was a Detroit humanitarian He arrived in 1891 to manage a homeless mission his father began For 46 years the mission opened its welcoming door To over a half million men who were served with love at … Continue reading

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McGregor Library

MCGREGOR LIBRARY Bronze doors There is a curtain billowing in the wind Through a window that is broken once again The building should be protected and covered in light For the pillage that occurs there at night A spectacular example … Continue reading

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