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Kwame Dawes

Kwame Dawes

Senior Editor at Prairie Schooner

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  • English
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Recent Articles

brookingsregister.com

Canine conundrums

It is reas­sur­ing to know that oth­er dog-own­ers strug­gle with the strange way in which we project our human­i­ty on ani­mals and ignore the impli­ca­tions of such an “unnat­ur­al” act.
journalstar.com

American Life in Poetry

Craig Santos Perez packs into this love sonnet, “Love in a Time of Climate Change”, echoes of many famous love poems, from Robert Browning’s “How Do I Love Thee (Sonnet
journalstar.com

American Life in Poetry

Here is an elegant flower of a poem — small, delicate in sentiment, and yet so resonant in meaning. Sam Dodson, in a few short lines, observes the stoic strength
journalstar.com

American Life in Poetry

Like music, one supposes, food, the memory of its procuring, preparing and consuming, leaves an indelible mark on us that is visceral and easily stirred. We all must eat, and
nytimes.com

Kwame Alexander’s New Book About Slavery Focuses on Africa, Not Ame...

In his new novel-in-verse, “The Door of No Return,” the Newbery Medal-winning author works hard to show that white people weren’t the only ones perpetuating an unjust system.
spokesman.com

American Life in Poetry: ‘The Love Ridge Loop’

By Kwame Dawes
spokesman.com

American Life in Poetry: ‘Granddaughters’

By Kwame Dawes
spokesman.com

American Life in Poetry: ‘The Library of Babel’

By Kwame Dawes
spokesman.com

American Life in Poetry: 'Picking a Dandelion' - The Spokesman Review

By Kwame Dawes
spokesman.com

American Life in Poetry: 'So Much Memory' - The Spokesman Review

By Kwame Dawes
newyorker.com

“Eshu or Ambition,” by Kwame Dawes - The New Yorker

“There is a faint line between gratitude and loathing, / the self, turning in on itself—for what does it deserve?”