Rowan Ricardo Phillips Journalist Profile

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Jackie Robinson’s 1948 Leaf Rookie Card: A Totem of Major League Baseball’s First Black Athlete

Sep 10, 2024 | sothebys.com | Rowan Ricardo Phillips

As Jackie Robinson’s 1948 Brooklyn Dodgers rookie card heads to auction, award-winning poet and renowned sportswriter Rowan Ricardo Phillips looks back at Robinson’s shattering of baseball’s longstanding racial barriers, his Rookie of the Year accolade and the great second act of his 1948 season.
On Crip

Aug 21, 2024 | poets.org | Douglas Kearney |Rowan Ricardo Phillips

On certain corners cars circle ceremoniously & couriers carry cake to circumvent cases. Classics & coupes constellate Crenshaw, Carey, Compton. Cobalt chrysanthemums, candles, & champagne celebrate cherished companions ‘cause comrades collaborated to counter crooked cops & corrupt civic commanders cannibalizing our cities, coloring us cancerous Courts, Congress & CEOs conspired to confine citizens in coffins & cells, like crack was contagious.
(In)verse: Poets Translate Each Other

Apr 20, 2024 | wordswithoutborders.org | Flávia Rocha |Idra Novey |Rowan Ricardo Phillips |Melcion Mateu

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Poem – Literary Hub

Mar 12, 2024 | lithub.com | Fady Joudah |Herbert Gold |Ari Gold |Rowan Ricardo Phillips

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“Rowan Tree,” a Poem by Rowan Ricardo Phillips

Mar 7, 2024 | newsbreak.com | Rowan Ricardo Phillips

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“Rowan Tree,” a Poem by Rowan Ricardo Phillips

Mar 7, 2024 | lithub.com | Rowan Ricardo Phillips

March 7, 2024 By Rowan Ricardo Phillips Rowan TreeThis time I got everything wrong again. The tree: it was red. And the sky was gray. Tomorrow ran off with today today. I’d swallowed time just so I could get thingsRight. I was a present to myself but wentRight past it.
City Lights Booksellers & Publishers

Mar 5, 2024 | citylights.com | Rowan Ricardo Phillips

Rowan Ricardo Phillips’s fourth collection is a book as lustrous as the metal of its title. This beautiful, slender collection–small and weighted like a coin–is Rowan Ricardo Phillips at his very best. These luminous, unsparing, dreamlike poems are as lyrical as they are virtuosic. “Not the meaning,” Phillips writes, “but the meaningfulness of this mystery we call life” powers these poems as they conjure their prismatic array of characters, textures, and moods.
Poetry: Little songs

Jan 1, 2024 | thepatrioticvanguard.com | Rowan Ricardo Phillips

Little SongsBy Rowan Ricardo PhillipsI write my little song. And you call itGuitar noodle. You write without you here. And I call it the poem with you here in it.
Atahualpa Yupanqui

Dec 24, 2023 | poems.poetrysociety.org.uk | Rowan Ricardo Phillips

IBlue Papa of the cosmic canticlesThat the moistened plums sing to throbbing stars,Stay awhile. It’s only morning. The larksAre still asleep inside your old guitars. They dream the double dream of free harvestsFrom a free land far, so far, out of view. Can you see it? Guitarra, dímelo tú.
Mare Incognitum

Nov 9, 2023 | issues.org | Rowan Ricardo Phillips |Jay Lloyd |Vol. XL

That I can’t recall my first glimpse of my mother:Alien-eyed, wrapped in alien cloth, how couldI? Once she held me she just was my mother,That’s just how it goes. This is just one of manyBeautiful moments I’ve been a part of but can’t(And won’t ever) remember. That’s just life, I guess. The void. That’s just a part of life: some hidden caveSunk deep in the mind and built for Beautiful ButCan’t Remember. I saw it once: here dissolving,There reassembling like gleaned second-long seasons.