A 2019 Goal

I know this is my first post for 2019. I apologize for being such a slacker. Happy New Year!

This year I went back to something that I hadn’t done in about three years. I set some yearly goals surrounding reading and submitting work. One of those goals is to read more on my tablet. I have a bad habit of using my phone to read(using the Kindle app) which I really became addicted to doing back when I had a Note phone. In the intervening year or so, I have only used my tablet to read while traveling. It is my major form of entertainment while sitting in the airport or on the plane. When I’m at home though, I rarely use it. Technology that I desperately wanted and used consistently for two years was just sitting there unused. Unless my nephew used it.
As a result, I decided to make sure that I use my tablet more. The larger screen is great for my eyes and the Kindle app is synched with the one on my phone. So all my books are there and the settings are the same.
One of the best things about this decision is that (I only read when I use my tablet). When I read on my phone, I can get distracted by apps or the internet but on my tablet that rarely happens. The only downsides are that my tablet battery drains quickly and notifications constantly pop up. I plan to tackle those two issues these week and continue reading.
Please share any literary resolutions on your list for 2019.

This Month

Last week I realized that the project that was my big goal for 2018 has not been given much attention in the last two months. And I feel horrible about that because I was so excited about having it completed by this Wednesday. My poetry manuscript is essentially sitting on my laptop waiting for me to do something. It’s formatted, has a table of contents and that’s it.

I severely slacked off in the last month or so and I really have no excuses. I think I last worked on the project in early November when I revised the last two poems but that’s it. I haven’t even opened the document since then. In my defense, I have been teaching a full schedule, picking up project ideas and working on a collaboration with another writer but…no excuses.
So my plan is to work from the end of the semester(December 18th) on getting the project completed which includes coming up with a cover. I’m also going to be looking to have someone proofread the copy just because I don’t want it to be all over the place. Just because I think that it’s a cohesive collection that doesn’t mean that it really is. I’m hopeful to have a better update before 2019.

Sunshine

I spent some time with one of my favorite people on Thursday and was delighted to see that she had some magnetic words on her fridge. So voila poetry. This is a short piece that I created for phone and I wanted to share it here. The title comes from a word that was nearby and seemed t9 fit the feel of the poem.

harriet- Lucille Clifton

On Monday, I was caught up in all the publicity of the T: The New York Times Style magazine’s Voice of America/holiday issue which features a myriad of black male writers. One of those writers is Jericho Brown who said that Lucile Clifton is his favorite black woman poet. He also cited Cruelty as one of his favorite poems. I am forever a student, so it amazing to hear him speak Clifton’s words. I am sharing her ode to Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth.

harriet
if i be you
let me not forget
to be the pistol
pointed
to be the madwoman
at the rivers edge
warning
be free or die
and isabellharriet
if i be you
let me not forget
to be the pistol
pointed
to be the madwoman
at the rivers edge
warning
be free or die
and isabell
if i be you
let me in my
sojourning
not forget
to ask my brothers
ain’t i a woman too
and
grandmother
if i be you
let me not forget
to work hard
trust the Gods
love my children and
wait.
if i be you
let me in my
sojourning
not forget
to ask my brothers
ain’t i a woman too
and
grandmother
if i be you
let me not forget
to work hard
trust the Gods
love my children and
wait.

Grace

Since tomorrow is Thanksgiving, I decided to share this poem created last month that is filled with the spirit of gratitude and reflection.

Enjoy your holiday!

You wash away

Those ungrateful, uncouth,graceless moments
Where I fall short
You wash away the grief, the guilt and the grumpiness
Of my humanity
You give me the faith to get up and take the next step, the next breath, opening my eyes
To the possibilities

Lipsticks and Legs

shallow focus photography of woman near leafy tree

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Leaving traces behind as I coat your copper coated skin
Bracing myself for the aftermath of
afternoons spent
Drenched in sweat, covered in love marks,
looks of love faces, and satiated by sheet covered memories
All concluding in shaking legs on the side of the bed and hints of mented’s Foxy Brown Matte

Ntozake Shange-bein

Last month, on October 25th, I shared a Ntozake Shange excerpt because it was in my spirit. I just felt it so hard that I needed it to be here too. Little did I know, that two days later we would lose her voice. I won’t bore you all with tributes and testaments. My last post said quite enough.

but bein alive & bein a woman & bein colored is a metaphysical dilemma/ i havent conquered yet/ do you see the point

my spirit is too ancient to understand the separation of soul & gender/ my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face
my love is too delicate to have thrown back on my face
my love is too beautiful to have thrown back on my face
my love is too sanctified to have thrown back on my face
my love is too magic to have thrown back on my face
my love is too saturday nite to have thrown back on my face
my love is too complicated to have thrown back on my face
my love is too music to have thrown back on my face