Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Lineage By Margaret Walker

Grandmothers were strong
they followed plows and bent to toil.
They moved through fields sowing seed.
They touched earth and grain grew.
They were full of sturdiness and singing
My grandmothers were strong.
Grandmothers are full of memories,
Smelling of soap and onions and wet clay,
With veins rolling roughly over quick hands,
they have many clean words to say
my grandmothers were strong,
why am I not as they?

Monday, November 19, 2012

Chick Doubt or Egg Energy

chick =ji

At the coldest place on earth,
A chick in in the hatching,
with penguin parents watching...
None knows how a chick
finds its way to chip out the egg shell,
Perhaps mom and dad and their love
is the energy for the breakthrough,
days, weeks, and months pass,
Regardless how serious
North pole wind blows,
Due time knocks the door,
a chick's bill pops out,
swallowing dreams
turns into swallowing colors...
We cannot afford
doubts upon the chick race,
Praise the egg energy.

Penguins = Qi' E


Thursday, November 15, 2012

Autograph By Marion Schoeberlein

god signed his autograph
upon the sky last night,
In stars I never saw
a signature as white.
With the morning again
for watchers to behold-
He wrote his name in sunlight
an autograph of gold.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Che or Qie by Tyric Woolnutt


In this dark-grained news photograph, whose glare
is rigidly composed as Caravaggio's,
The corpse glows candle-white on its cold altar.
Its stone Bolivian Indian butcher's slab-
stare till its waxen flesh begins to harden
to marble, to reined, white Andean iron;
from your own fear, carbon, its pallor grows.
It stumbled from your doubt, and for your pardon
burnt in brown trash, far from the
embalming snows.

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