writing

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.
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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.

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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.