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Poet, teacher, lecturer, Le Hinton is the author of seven poetry collections including, most recently, Elegies for an Empire (Iris G. Press, 2023). His work has been widely published and was nominated for the Pushcart Prize by Pittsburgh Poetry Review for "Interview with Cotton (Part 1/Dreams)" and the Best of the Net by the Summerset Review for "Uses of Cotton (Visibility)." His poem “Epidemic” was honored by The Pennsylvania Center for the Book, and his poem "No Doubt About It (I Gotta Get Another Hat)" was selected for inclusion in The Best American Poetry 2014. “Our Ballpark” can be found outside Clipper Magazine Stadium in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, incorporated into Derek Parker’s sculpture Common ThreadHis poems have also appeared in The Baltimore Review, The Progressive Magazine, The Skinny Poetry Journal, the Little Patuxent Review, and many other literary journals.

He has read his work at the Library of Congress for Grace Cavalieri's long-running series, The Poet and the Poem; Penn State University for the Pennsylvania Center for the Book's Public Poetry Project; in Charleston, South Carolina, for the Capital BookFest; San Juan, Puerto Rico at  and in New York City at the New School for The Best American Poetry 2014 release reading.

Elegies for an Empire


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Sing Silence


The Language of Moisture

and Light


The God of Our Dreams


Black on Most Days


Status Post Hope


Waiting for Brion


Watching Antiques Roadshow with Tamir


He leans against the arm of a frayed brown

couch. I’m in the black vinyl chair. My West


Philly apartment has the logic of all dreams

and the scent of baking bread surrounds


us like a force field in a comic book. Or the sacred

breath of our ancestors. On the television a bow tie drones.


This cotton wreath is a piece

of folk art from the late 19th

or early 20th century.

Notice the details in the bolls, the

hard outside, the imaginary kindness

of the fluff. There’s an inflexible

kernel inside, obscured by the white.

There’s a note attached. “It's hard

to grow cotton, yield a crop,

and sell it at fair price. It's hard

to raise a boy” 


Tamir stares at the screen and says nothing,

as a dot of blood expands into the fibers of his wine-


colored t-shirt just below LeBron’s 23.

He places his hand over his stomach then glances


toward the kitchen, calls for his mom

or mine or anyone who can comfort a boy.


The patina on the handle of the whip

tells us it was well-used

and most likely dates from the early 1840s.

There are brown stains at the tip

which indicate great wear and use.

If you can establish the provenance,

who owned it, whose blood has browned the end,

it could be worth a lot. It’s been too many years

for DNA testing to help.


Tamir cups a bullet in his red palms. Offers

it to the screen. “What is your appraisal?”


I would have liked to have been a teacher or play

football. I would have liked to have named a son”


He closes his eyes and sighs like an elder. “Do you have an Xbox

here? I wish I could just play Madden again?”



                            Le Hinton


                           from Sing Silence

                             first published in Bards Against Hunger

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