Literary arts

March 9, 2020 by admin

he sits on the stone seat in the river of Market
and looks into the light

the light changes he said and I feel time

he speaks of the slant of the golden light when the season turns
and it seems the night with its mystery is coming

the light is a veil of life

he speaks of the sidewalk wet in the rain
I think of his words when I’m out in the wet
The occult perfume of cement

I wake up in the morning and call for my mother like I never did before
what was that you dreamed about time? that word you made?

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March 9, 2020 by admin
To be Black-idiosyncratic-Muslim-girlchild is to be lost and found
The depression and the depressed
The religion and the sinner
The lie and the truth
The psychosis and the psychotic
The fruit and the infectious weeds
The tear and the retraction of sadness
The ache and the needle and the stitch
The family and the estranged
The kitten and the lion
The poet and the poem
The ten and the zero
The date and the dated
The empty pot and the full belly
The wink and the snicker
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March 9, 2020 by admin
Muddy (poem)

ABOUT THIS POEM: “‘Muddy’ is inspired by the motion and cadence of Diné words. Looking at it on the page, one sees kinetic text and hears onomatopoeia, so the repetition of ‘tł’ish’ reenacts the sound of someone stepping in mud, and then the word itself turns into a poem.” — Orlando White

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March 9, 2020 by admin

Black father
tells daughter
that she is now
        Black

daughter is not convinced

she has grown up
in the same
brown skin
she sits in
as she listens
to Black father
tell her
of her newfound Blackness

but
Blackness

is something
her child mind
is not yet
able to understand

it jumps to
more familiar things
like
       cartoons

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November 3, 2019 by admin

We gather here together in this sacred circle like we always have

Here, around this fire that has always burned

The same fire that lives in our bellies and makes an inferno of our hearts

This spirit we summon

This beauty we conjure

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November 3, 2019 by admin

Whose land do we stand on, legacies erased?

Aho, can we heal this reality

as philanthropy claims new legacies?

A sleepwalking sector—

moving at a glacier pace

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