Sunday, December 02, 2007

Sisters~Nineties Literary Group
observes Kwanzaa
2007


Asa Hilliard Night
Thursday, December 27, 2007, at 6 p.m.
Schlafly Branch Library
, 225 N. Euclid, St. Louis.
The program begins with a sharing of information about Asa G. Hilliard, III, and the legacy he left us. We then screen a video of Hilliard's lecture "Cultural Genocide as a Tool of Armed Warfare." Discussion follows in the spirit of Kujichagulia.


Join us for ASA G. HILLIARD (Nana Baffour Amenkwatia) Night



Celebrate Kwanzaa with Sisters~Nineties and Yari Yari

Photo by Wilma Potts / © 2007 by Wilma Potts


The Poetics of Ujima
is the title of our 2007 annual Kwanzaa program

Friday, December 28, 2007, 6 p.m. at


Kingdom House
1321 S. 11th St.
St. Louis, Missouri
  • Poetry from Mama Collette, Baba Senntchaas, Marie Chewe-Elliott, Antoinette Crayton, Wilma Potts, Bush Ra, and Linda Jo Smith. Special guestis Ms. Nterpretation, who will have CDs available for purchase.
  • Art exhibit features work of Linda Darnece Jones Hawkins, KUSH, Wilma Potts, Byron D. Rogers, Yari Yari visual/graphic artist N'Dea Collins-Whitfield, Rochleigh Z. Wholfe, and others.
  • Vendors include UJAMAA MAKTABA and Ken-Amen Bettis of ABORIGINALS
  • Light refreshments served after the program, 7:30 to 8:30 p.m.
  • This program is free and open to the public.

Kwanzaa is a celebration of family, community, and culture
for people of Afrikan descent

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

What Time Is It?
TIME FOR THE
S~NLG 2007 KWANZAA FAMILY WORKSHOP:
MAKING ZAWADI


The 2nd Annual
S~NLG Kwanzaa Family Workshop is

Saturday, October 27, 2007
from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. at the


Rowan Center, 1401 Rowan
(one block east of Hamilton and Ridge)
















  • Kwanzaa Pillows
  • Is’Mima Nebt’Kata Blessing Boxes
  • Kwanzaa Wrappers
  • Bookmarks
  • Adinkra Magnets
  • Kwanzaa Coloring Pages



























































Recommended Kwanzaa gifts (zawadi) are those that are handmade; zawadi otherwise should be a Black doll, a book, or a symbol of our heritage. Families are invited to join the fun in creating zawadi. Every hour on the hour information on observing Kwanzaa will be announced while children and parents make their zawadi.

For more information telephone 367-4223.

KWANZAA IS A CELEBRATION OF FAMILY, COMMUNITY, AND CULTURE FOR PEOPLE OF AFRIKAN DESCENT.

Monday, October 01, 2007

On Thursday, October 11th, Sisters~Nineties Literary Group promotes National Black Poetry Day. National Black Poetry Day honors Jupiter Hammon, born October 17, 1711. Hammon is the earliest poet of Afrikan descent to have work published in the United States.

Join us at Schlafly Branch Library at 225 N. Euclid Avenue in St. Louis at 7 p.m. for poetic edutainment from
Marie Chewe-Elliott, Antoinette Crayton, D. Morrowloving, Wilma Potts, Freida L. Wheaton and special guest David A. N. Jackson.

Come out and take home poetic ideas to commemorate the work of Jupiter Hammon. Share the legendary past and present of Black poetry with your family, friends, and youth on October 17th every year.



Calls for Submission et al.
:
  • "Writer Beware" at www.sfwa.org/beware provides detailed information on literary scams. Covers contests, literary agents, book doctors, and vanity publishers.


  • Say it Loud: Poems about James Brown Edited by: Mary E. Weems, and Thomas Sayers Ellis We grew up on James Brown's hit me! When he danced every young Black man wanted to move, groove and look like him. Mr. Brown wasn't called the hardestworkingman in show business because he wasn't. Experiencing a James Brown show was like getting your favorite soul food twice, plus desert. His songs, like Black power fists you could be proud of and move to at the same time. When Mr. Brown sang make it funky we sweated even in the wintertime. Losing him was like losing somebody in our family. This is a shout out for poems about the impact James Brown had on our lives. Poems that will help people remember, honor, and celebrate his legacy. Don't be left in a cold sweat, send us your old and new James Brown poems today. Submission Guidelines: 3-5 Unpublished and/or published poems with acknowledgement included. No longer than 73 lines. Deadline: December 31, 2007 (Receipt not postmark) Send hard copies along with a Word Document and short bio on a CD to: Dr. Mary E. Weems, English Department, John Carroll University, 20700 North Park Blvd., University Hts., Ohio 44118 end via e-mail attachment (Word Documents Only) to: weems45@sbcglobal.net and tse@case.edu
The submission deadline is fast approaching for LEE & LOW BOOKS' eighth annual NEW VOICES AWARD. Manuscripts will be accepted through October 31st, 2007, and must bepostmarked within that period. For submission guidelines please visit our Web site at http://www.leeandlo w.com/editorial/ voices.html
The NEW VOICES AWARD is given for a children's picture book story by a writer of color. The Award prize is a cash grant of $1,000 and LEE & LOW's standard publication contract, including an advance against royalties. The Honor Award prize is a cash grant of $500. Please help us spread the word and pass along this information to anyone else who might be interested. We look forward to receiving your submission!

The Editors
LEE & LOW BOOKS
leeandlow.com




http://www.maafasfb ayarea.com/ general%20info. htm#maafareadern arrative
CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS
MAAFA READER PROJECT
Deadline: until complete

To celebrate the 10th anniversary (2005) of the San Francisco Bay Area's "Black Holocaust Remembrance, " scholars, poets, writers and artists are invited to submit work for inclusion in the "Maafa Reader." The goal is to have a reflective record of the various ways African people in the Diaspora recall the Middle Passage, honor the ancestors and heal the trauma.

We hope the reach is national and international, drawing on traumatic stories or residual memories and the consequences of having been forcefully removed from our homeland five centuries ago. The call is also for those left in Alkebulan (ancient name for Africa) to reflect on the devastation this loss wrought on the families and communities left behind. What was the cultural drain to the collective consciousness? What should or how does the New Afrikan feel about the Motherland, a place where most of us have never lived? Who's responsible for our enslavement? Can we forgive those who sold us, those who bought us?

What is the link between colonialism and enslavement? Are the consequences of the two similar? What role did religion play in the colonizing of Africa? Why are so many Africans in the Diaspora Christian or Muslim, is this in itself a contradiction and or a barrier to true mental and spiritual liberation? Can holding onto any tools: language, religion, history, or systems of government lead to anything positive, if while under colonial rule or enslavement, the only beneficiary was the white power structure?

We are especially interested in the stories of incarcerated African men, women and children and children in group homes and foster care. This in itself is its own special type of Maafa.

Stories of those impacted by Hurricane Katrina and this government's neglect and weak response to the predominately African American affected populations are also desired. Connections between this Maafa and that experienced by ancestors of those Alabama, Louisiana, and Mississippi (now Texas) natives are evident. Oral histories, along with photographs of key moments in our diasporic history, are encouraged.

Reflect on the whole notion of freedom. What does it mean to be free? And while you're at it, what about what's due to those who labored for centuries without pay? Are reparations in order? Choose your topic. There is no length requirement; just be clear, succinct and edited. Submissions may be made by email in Microsoft Word or text file to
mail@maafasfbayarea .com
or by mail to
Anthology Editor,
P.O. Box 30756,
Oakland, CA 94604.

Please include a short bio - no more than 50 words - with your work. You will be notified as to whether or not your submission was accepted. This call is being reissued because the response was insufficient.




FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Contact: Dashiell Thompson, Publicist
Urban Echoes Entertainment, LLC
P.O. Box 61494
Durham, NC 27715
(919) 672-1161
Dashiell@UrbanEchoes.net
Durham, NC - Urban Echoes Entertainment, LLC, is pleased to announce the first annual Solaris Prize for a first book of poetry! The prize is open to any U.S. citizen with a book-length collection of poems that has not been published with an ISBN assigned to it.
Entry fee is $25. All submissions must be a minimum 40 pages, unbound (no binders, clamps, etc.), and typed on 8 1/2 x 11 paper. Manuscripts must be previously unpublished in book form; may be simultaneously submitted elsewhere, but please notify if accepted. There are no restrictions on the kind of poetry or subject matter; however, translations are not acceptable, neither are works written by multiple authors. Poems published in journals, chapbooks, and anthologies may be included but must be acknowledged. Submission of more than one manuscript is permissible; however, each must be under separate cover with a fee. Postmark deadline for submissions is Friday, December 14, 2007.
Winner will be announced in February via nationwide press release, in Poets & Writers Magazine, on Urban Echoes' website, and in Urban Echoes' quarterly newsletter. A cash prize of $1500, as well as publication of the book, will be awarded. The winner will receive a standard publishing contract, with royalties paid in addition to the $1500 prize, as well as 10 free copies of the book and worldwide distribution to bookstores, libraries, and online retail sellers.



The 2nd TimBookTu Poetry Contest is underway and you are invited to submit your entries to compete for cash prizes. Awards: 1st Place - $150, 2nd Place - $100, 3rd Place - $50 Contest Deadline: December 31, 2007 All winners will be published on the TimBookTu website and in a souvenir booklet to be published at a later date. Each winner will receive one free copy of the booklet. Criteria: Entries should relate to the African American or Afrocentric cultural experiences. They will be judged on impact, content, creativity, and relevance to African American culture. For Contest Guidelines and to submit your entry, follow this link or visit the TimBookTu website: http://www.timbooktu.com/contest_2008a.htm. Here's your chance to compete against the best poets in the nation and around the world.


http://prism.arts.ubc.ca/contests. html
THE PRISM INTERNATIONAL ANNUAL SHORT FICTION CONTEST
$2,000 GRAND PRIZE
3 RUNNER-UP PRIZES OF $200 EACH
All winning stories will be published in the 2008 PRISM Summer Fiction
Contest Issue and receive an additional payment of $20 per printed page (in Canadian
dollars or the U.S. equivalent).
Entry deadline: January 31, 2008.
Download a printable entry form & guidelines (160 kb - requires Adobe
Acrobat). http://prism.arts.ubc.ca/contests.html




ECOTONE: RE-IMAGINING PLACE
Guest editors: Sebastian Matthews and Camille T. Dungy
CALL FOR POEMS BY BLACK AMERICAN POETS
Deadline: February 15, 2008
The introduction to the Oxford Book of Nature Writing, claims that "the most convincing nature writing is… a history of our views about ourselves." This is most certainly true; however, the prevalence and scope of Black writing with nature as a core theme has been generally underestimated. Many poems by Black American writers incorporate treatments of the natural world that are historicized or politicized, thus inclining readers to consider these poems political poems, historical poems, protest poems, socio-economic commentary, anything but nature poems. This is particularly true when the definition of what constitutes literature about nature or the environment is limited to poems that address the pastoral or the rugged, spaces and subjects removed or distanced from human contact. Such compartmentalization excludes African American nature poetry, which frequently engages contemporary and historic concerns within social, political, and cultural contexts. The result of such assumptions is that lists of American nature writers rarely include many African American names. As guest editors for the journal Ecotone: Re-imagining Place, we’re making a call for poems by Black poets about and engaging the natural world. Founding Editor David Gessner says this about Ecotone’s mission: “Much of our best writing grows out of the land. More specifically, it grows from rich, overlapping areas, those unstable, uncategorizable places that aren’t one thing or another. Biological ecotones are areas of great species diversity and biological density, of intense life and death; literary ecotones are the places where words come most alive. These edges—between genres, between science and literature, between land and sea, between urban and rural, between the personal and biological, between the animal and spiritual—are not only more alive, but more interesting and worthy of exploration.” Black poetry in America has recorded perspectives on the natural world as different as the Black perspective on this country. We’re looking for poems that re-imagine the boundaries of the genre, poems that remind readers that we are always part of the natural world, even when we feel most alienated from it. Please submit up to 4 poems, by February 15, 2008, for an Ecotone feature issue on nature poetry by Black American poets. Send poems c/o Guest Editors, Ecotone, P.O. Box 9594, Asheville, NC, 28815. Include your name, address, email and an SASE. --Camille Dungy & Sebastian Matthews



Monday, December 04, 2006

"Libation" by Karmella Haynes/Copyright by Karmella Haynes


Greetings,

Kwanzaa Greeting Cards by Karmella Haynes are now available!

”Libation” by Karmella Haynes

Visit my online store at http://www.haynesart.com/store.html to purchase these and other gift items, including ceramic mugs, apparel, stamps and prints.

Be sure to attend the Kwanzaa Celebration hosted by Sisters~Nineties Literary Group and Yari Yari Writers.
Art apparel from my Zazzle store will be on display and order forms for these items will be available.Date: to be announcedLocation: Community Room at Prince Hall4411 N. Newstead, St. Louis , MO


HaynesArt.com
The artwork of Karmella Haynes
View art: http://www.haynesart.com/
Purchase prints and gifts: www.haynesart.com/store.html
Phone: 704-302-7388

Monday, October 30, 2006




photos by Freida L. Wheaton/2006
Yari Yari writers excel in zawadi creations at
S~NLG Kwanzaa Family Workshop

Kwanzaa Pillows (the zawadi project conducted by Mrs. Darlene Buckner, Yari Yari parent) and Kwanzaa Vessels (created under the direction of Ms. Freida L. Wheaton, S~N writer) were two of several art stations set up for the S~N Kwanzaa Family Workshop.

Young writers joined S~NLG members for a zawadi workshop in preparation for Kwanzaa. Zawadi is the Kiswahili word for gift/s. During Kwanzaa zawadi are primarily given to children for keeping commitments and living up to their responsibilities throughout the year. Zawadi should be from the heart and, therefore, are often handmade. Other recommended zawadi are books, Black dolls, and symbols of our heritage. Children usually create zawadi for parents, other family members, and friends. Adults often exchange zawadi.

Yari Yari is a literary group for young writers of Afrikan descent. The Nguzo Saba serves as leadership guidelines for Yari Yari. In the language of the Kurango people (Sierra Leone, West Africa) "yari yari" means "the future." The group meets on Saturdays from 2 pm to 4pm in classroom #3 on the lower level of Prince Hall (Newstead at Carter) in St. Louis, Missouri. Yari Yari writers are from ages 6 to 18.


Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Essay & Book Reviews
from summer edition of Sisters~Nineties

Earthseed: A New Path to God?
by Chris Hayden

All that you touch
You change
All that you change
Changes you
The only lasting Truth
Is change
God
Is change

This poem introduces Earthseed: The Books of the Living, a fictional work quoted throughout the late (1947-2006) Octavia Estelle Butler’s science fiction novels The Parable of the Sower (1994) and the Parable of the Talents (1998).
These books are set in a post apocalyptic near future America where an authoritarian fundamentalist Christian government has come to power. Lauren Oya Olamina, a Black woman who suffers from a fictional hyper empathy syndrome (it causes the sufferer to believe that she feels the pain and pleasure of other people), is the creator of a movement she names Earthseed, a basic tenet of which is that the ultimate destiny of humanity is to "take root among the stars."
Lauren's father is a Baptist minister and teacher who tries to uphold traditional religious beliefs and practices, but Lauren rejects his approach. She ponders the nature and existence of God. She begins analyzing everything—herself, life around her, and history. She concludes that "God would have to be a power that could not be defied by anybody or anything. Change. Everything changes in some way." (Parable of the Sower, page 200)
Lauren jots down her meditations, often in verse form, in notebooks that she ultimately gathers into the book she titles Earthseed: Books of the Living. Lauren insists that Earthseed is not a religion and explains that her writings are not the product of divine revelation or visions; they come from logical analysis. She "finds" the name for her movement "weeding the back garden and thinking about the way plants seed themselves." (Parable of the Sower, page 71) Thus by observation and logical analysis she discovers that God exists and that God is not an omnipotent anthropomorphic supernatural being but is that natural process we call change.
Humans are not manipulated by but can manipulate God—indeed Lauren constantly exhorts her followers to "shape God" through the exercise of logical, action-based, rational planning.
Is Earthseed a mere plot device, or is it a new belief system—a new path to God?
Lauren is a teenager when she creates Earthseed. In an interview Ms. Butler gave to Amazon.com she stated that she created "something that I could have believed in and joined when I was 18."
Butler was no theologian. She was a science fiction writer. In the cold, super rational atmosphere of that genre, God is almost always absent or unmasked as a fraud or delusion.
Despite the predictions, explicit and implicit, of science fiction (and the proclamations, more than a century ago, of Nietzsche’s Superman) God has not departed from human affairs; in fact, lately it seems God has returned to the world with a vengeance.
Many readers of the Parables series marvel at how accurately Butler’s books have predicted current events: the rise of religious fundamentalism; its injection into politics, the public discourse and international affairs; and the subsequent effect this has had on the discussion and conduct of such issues as the teaching of evolution, the cloning debate and reproductive freedom—matters which might seem outside the purview of religious thought—its role in the clash of civilizations.
Science fiction writers have often addressed important social issues: overpopulation (Stand on Zanzibar), colonialism (War of the Worlds), overabundance created by technology (The Midas Plague), totalitarianism (1984, Fahrenheit 451), and war (Slaughterhouse Five).
Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, held by many to be the first work of modern science fiction, warned that science unchecked, in that case creating Life in a laboratory—in effect playing God—might lead to disastrous consequences.
Could Butler, out of concern for the fate of humanity, have created Earthseed as a rational alternative to the fear and superstition that is the basis of fundamentalist religious belief?
"Fixing the world is not what Earthseed is about," Lauren says. But then she adds, "This world would be a better place if people lived according to Earthseed. But this world would be better if people lived according to the teachings of almost any religion." (Parable of the Sower, page 254)
In the conversation Butler had with Amazon.com the interviewer calls Earthseed a religion and Butler does not correct her. Some articles which discuss Earthseed also refer to it as a religion.
There is now a real sect based on Earthseed principles called Solseed, so at least some have found Earthseed principles serve as a viable base for a real religious system.
Sigmund Freud, psychologist (and atheist), supposedly said, "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar." Perhaps Earthseed was just a plank Butler laid over a plot hole, but she may have deliberately planted Earthseed with the intent that it grow into a new path to God; one based on observation, rationality, logic and science; a path leading humanity to survival and its rightful and ultimate destiny.

___________________________
Copyright © 2006 by Chris Hayden



Linda Jo Smith reviews
Wild Stars Seeking Midnight Suns by J. California Cooper
Doubleday, New York, 2006, ISBN 0-385-51133-7, 209 pages, $24.00

J. California Cooper has written a collection of stories that carry the theme of love and success with a strong dose of morality. All the protagonists are women who are seeking lives of prosperity and passion but in all the wrong places.
The book opens with "As Time Goes By," told in third person (I assume Ms. Cooper is the narrator) which is a story about a girl named Futila Ways. Yes, the name suggests a hardheaded young lady whose mentality is that of a sloth. Her sister, Willa Ways, finds an interest in botany as a child and pursues her interest as an adult by earning a Ph.D. suggesting a willingness to learn new things and to apply her intellect to a successful career. Unlike the irony in The Wake of the Wind (Cooper’s third novel) there are no surprising outcomes.
"The Eye of the Beholder" is a more substantial effort and the longest story in the book. This story has more depth as a homely little girl (Lily Bea) matures into a poised and desirable woman; respected and successful despite a lifetime of rejection and humiliation she endured from her mother and siblings. She does pay a hefty price, but I get the impression that Ms. Cooper considers this paid price as a stroke of good fortune.
Wild Stars Seeking Midnight Suns is a collection of Cinderella stories that result in either unhappy and/or unresolved endings. In the stories I mentioned previously, I took exception to the fact that the success of the two heroines was dependent upon white people. Granted, white people are no more or no less members of the human family, but the supernatural occurrence of white people changing the course of the lives of the women in these two stories is exasperating. One woman pursues her education with the assistance of her white friend and classmate. I did not find this to be as insulting as the other heroine who became no more than a "concubine" for a wealthy white man to find her success.
I think the Wild Stars Seeking Midnight Suns would be very dynamic presented as oral stories to young women. In these current times, many women find themselves setting superficial requirements as prerequisites for entering relationships that turn out to be dysfunctional. This collection of stories addresses issues of self-esteem illustrating the consequences of unprotected sex, the perception of inner versus outer beauty, the importance of education, narcissism and promiscuity, and last but not least, the insignificance of wealth and education without love and spirituality.
I recommend this book to young adult women (14 – 21), but if you are looking for the adventures found in some of Ms. Cooper’s previous works, you may be disappointed.


Linda Jo Smith reviews
Come Hell or High Water: Hurricane Katrina and the Color of Disaster by Michael Eric Dyson
Basic Civitas, New York, 2006; ISBN 0465017614 (hardcover); 258 pages, $23.00

Come Hell or High Water is a well-documented account of the events surrounding the failure, or more accurately the refusal, of the Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA), the Department of Homeland Security (DHS), state and local politicians from the State of Louisiana (Governor Kathleen Blanco, Mayor Ray Nagin) and the President of the United States, to take immediate proactive measures to rescue the predominately Black residents living in the Ninth ward of New Orleans.
Michael Eric Dyson’s citations are impeccably documented. He reminds us of the initial reporting of the pitiful responses and ineptitude of local and federal officials and their failure to take command of available resources before and after the storm hit. Dyson cites the fact there was ample warning from the National Weather Bureau that Katrina’s wrath would be devastating. The Army Corps of Engineers concluded years ago that the levee would be unable to stave off a level 4 hurricane (Katrina was a level 5). This conclusion was documented during the Clinton Administration. It was common knowledge that when (not if) the levee would break, it would wipe out the entire Ninth ward and a few parishes in the periphery.
Dyson cites how initial media accounts were augmented by the National Security Agency to deflect the truth with whitewashed reports of feigned concern.
Dyson indicts African-Americans with means by suggesting that they believe the victims of Katrina were too ignorant to be prepared to evacuate, therefore making themselves susceptible to being swept away. In this statement I find no credible documentation. Dyson continues to insert his obsession to malign Bill Cosby calling him too white to care about the less fortunate, uneducated African Americans. It is also disappointing that Dyson finds merit in the entertainers of the hip-hop genre making a sincere difference in the African American communities. Personally, I see no evidence of any consistent impact.
As an ordained minister, Come Hell or High Water: the Color of Disaster would be considered counterfeit without Dyson’s usual pontificating. He raises the moral issue that some believe that New Orleans, being the sinful city that it is, suffered from the wrath of God’s judgement. What do you think?
Come Hell or High Water is a worthy, well-documented read. Check it out for yourself!


Linda Jo Smith reviews
Riding Westward: Poems by Carl Phillips
Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2006; ISBN: 0374250030 (hardcover); 64 pages, $22.00

After reading and re-reading Riding Westward: Poems I finally got some semblance of coherence. At first, I blamed myself for being so structured in my poetic thinking…like is this a sestina or a pantoum? or am I just not deep enough to get it? or why are the lines in this poem indented without symmetry or fluency?
Carl Phillips is lauded for his imagery as he was a finalist for the National Book Award, winner of the Kingsley Tufts Poetry Award, and recipient of an American Academy of Arts and Letters Award in Literature. I guess you have to be in the club.
There was one title I liked: "Radiance Versus Ordinary Light," but I didn’t find the poem illuminating. "The Smell of Hay" stimulated my memory of how hay smells but the poem makes no reference to hay, or the animals who eat hay, or what the hay (obviously, I didn’t get it). "Ocean" described obsession for a man so I was grateful that I got the redundant codependency message. "Bow Down" impressed me as a self-loather looking for the slightest hint of affection from someone who holds him in contempt as he bends over.
In conclusion, my impression of this book is that there is some sordid preoccupation of male genitalia masked in images of birds and their wings and their ability to elude tangible, confining relationships.
THE END (thank goodness!)


____________________________
Copyright © 2006 by Linda Jo Smith

Linda Jo Smith is the book review editor for Sisters~Nineties.

Friday, September 15, 2006


Art and poetry from the summer 2006 edition of Sisters~Nineties.

WARRIOR SUPREME
(Katherine Dunham Kwansaba)
by Mama Collette

Hail, queenly African scholar sublime teacher supreme
the creator of pelvic mastery voyaged blessed
waters east St. Louis, Senegal, Haiti, tropic paths
danced islands' ancient rituals calling kinfolk present
A rainbow-dressed warrior whirled history lessons
changed twisted beliefs bearing African customs forever
Radiant rhythms always rise through stormy sundews
________________________________
Copyright © 2006 by Mama Collette

EMPRESS
by D. Morrowloving

royal icon of anthropological dynamics
Empress Dunham pulverized lies into Vodun flames
to reclaim Afrikan past with goodwill grace of movement
And we shout, Kaiso!!

In tradition of Bessie Coleman and Josephine Baker
the Empress refused stages for segregated audiences
We applaud her defiance—void of egocentrism—
and cry out, Asante!

Striking fast against western injustices to Haiti
Katherine Dunham, priestess and majestic choreographer,
neither faltered nor wavered nor fell into
the need to accommodate or placate
No dreams deferred

Historical eyes remember La Grande Dame
for opening front rather than rear doors
to Hollyweird and mainstream america
so that we continue with confidence, pride
and we raise fists in solidarity stating,
Asé
_____________________________
Copyright © 2006 by D. Morrowloving
POWER DANCE DARK
by Mama Collette
blash!
black
Oya hurled through St. Louis
breaking light into pieces
Sango spit fire in a roar
horizontal trees—log like/roots up
sirens . . .
Half million without power
without power?
america’s got talent no more
101 heat indexes/advised get to cooling centers
no air to condition you

Foremothers/ fathers wiped their brows
an eon summers ago
navigating their way to freedom . . . freedom calls
they power danced through the blackness of night
quick stepped to so-called hallelujah grounds
shimmied from strange fruit

I sat on the side of my bed/ soaking in the darkness
not a flicker of stars after the storm
visualizing my freedomscape . . .
making zero apologizes
‘cause my nappy hair makes me happy,
full hips and lips I love
slowly I rose from the bed
flung my short Alvin Ailey arms
in the air as far as I could
energized/ I felt tall
I swayed across my hot dark room/ hands loose
sweat dripping from my face into my eyes

I closed my eyes, did a slow dance in circles for Andrew
the drumming got louder the beat faster
I persuaded my African feet to move as fast
as they could accommodate my well-endowed hips,
bending/turning/high stepping/jumping and kicking

Angels on my shoulder/I did a low level bend for Alberta
washing family clothes on a washboard hot summer days
back steps no/I stepped for Jim
walking to work in 100 degree temperatures
stomped/kicked for ancestor cotton pickers
that endured crackers’ whips for slowing down
I danced for sisters/ old/ elderly/ wheelchair bound/ fat/ plump pleasingly/ queen
size/ holding to the side of a chair/ can’t get up/ don’t want to get up/ holding on . . .
holding on . . .
sweating as never before
I went beyond myself/physically exhausted
I crossed my hands to my breast
did a bow thanking the drummers
I heard in my nappy head

Brightness
I hurried to the store/105 heat indexes predicted
Sisters’ carts loaded with two, three cases of soda
some with batteries, some with flashlights, candles, a few with water
we forgot about our differences yet more similar to each other
the talk in line was about the outage/ where we live
I had little in my cart/ a sister asked if I had power
Power? Indeed I do/the electricity is off

black out
Black in
Let us dance in the stillness
when we can see and feel the movement of unity
when we drum together as a community of people
Let us bounce/slow drag/shimmy/chittlin strut/hip hop/snake hip/slide/bop/two step/
two steps forward . . . /out of the darkness/wake up to our power of greatness
Celebrate Blackness
____________________________
Copyright 2006 by Mama Collette

"Paradise Lost" by r2c2h2/1998

PARADISE
by D. Morrowloving

Red birds of paradise fly
from man-made terracotta pots
to nowhere
He was her paradise lost
Women's intuition screams clear
third eye vision
She was his paradise found

______________________________
Copyright © 2006 by D. Morrowloving



PARADISE LOST
by Wilma Potts

Bulbous, jeweled hand
Smashes against bridge
Ejects her across room
She clutches swollen belly
Shields cauliflower ear
Broken teeth clatter to floor
Dam bursts from puffy eyes
He was her paradise lost
She was his paradise found
__________________________
Copyright © 2006 by Wilma Potts



PARADISE LOST
by Toni Crayton

Don’t paint me with same brush of colors
Don’t see me the same always
Don’t box me in
She was his paradise found
Brash, gentle, intriguing, sweet
With a touch of bitters
He was her paradise lost
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