You whisper softly
Month: August 2018
Working While Writing
The fall semester has begun for me and while I didn’t get a notable amount of writing done this summer I did manage to accomplish some things. Now that the semester has begun, I am going to spend the next few weeks trying to dedicate time to establishing a routine that will allow me to work on completing some fiction (before November) and to continue revising my poetry manuscript.
I am going to stick to the maxim of tackling one goal at a time so first and foremost, I need to find a way to balance teaching/grading/planning with dedicated writing time. I have these great stickers that mean that I can use my planner to set aside days/times for certain tasks; such as brainstorming, editing and revising. I’m hoping that by using my planner I will be able to stick to that routine. If that works, then I will be grabbing another planner or using a different type of planner where I can essentially use a section of it solely for writing tasks.
Then I’m going to start working on whatever fiction is next for me. By working on, I mean getting a concrete idea of what I plan to work on whether that’s an existing incomplete story or something new. I will of course be sharing as soon as the idea has solidified and hopefully I will also be posting another update on the progress of the poetry collection (which is a solid draft at this point).
Big Mama Thornton- Honorée Fanonne Jeffers
This gem by Durham, NC born poet Honoree Fanonne Jeffers appears in the Blues Poems collection that I have been mining for inspiration. I’d probably passed it over a few times as I looked through the book but last month it caught my eye and I’ve been in love with it since then. I think that it is evocative of the blues not just because of the title but also the repetition and the richness of the stanzas. The poem is ripe with imagery and it evokes the sense of sound throughout. You can almost hear the confidence of the speaker and the music she makes as she walks. As always, I hope you enjoy!
They call me Big Mama and I make
much music when I walk. I know
you want to find the easy way
down to these marrow-full bones,
but please don’t mess me over.
Don’t play me like a puppy, lick
my face then bark at me. Do
and the two-headed lady gone
have your address and your
unlisted phone number.
I weigh three hundred pounds
and all this is real, baby. Ain’t
nobody else living with me in this plush
house of mine. This just some deep
country meat padding your ride.
They call me Big Mama Thornton and the ground
Be strumming stones.
These fine hamhocks will knock
your black iron pot all night long
but please don’t mess me over.
Don’t play me like a puppy, lick
my face then bark at me. Do
and I’ll cut you so smooth,
I’ll be on that train to Chicago
Before you even start to bleed.
In the Mirror- Nikki Giovanni
I reflect the grace
Of my mother
The tenacity
Of my grandmother
The patience
Of my grandfather
The sweat
Of my great-grandmother
The hope
Of my great-grandfather
The songs
Of my ancestors
The prayers
Of those on the auction block
The bravery
Of those in the middle passage
I reflect the strengths
Of my people
And for that alone
I am loved
The Promise
This poem was due to post on the blog last month. Please enjoy this late posting. It hasn’t been updated.
It’s that time again, July 24th, today would have been my mom’s 60th birthday. So I’m sharing a piece that I wrote. I started it last week but it’s basically the coupling of two different pieces. It’s very rough but I’m posting it just the same.
Below is a picture that I took a few years back. The picture of my mother and I was taken during Mother’s Day 2004 or 2005.