Last week when my bestie asked how I was doing. I told her, “I am out of words. I need to howl.” So, we howled. Via text message. There has been so much talking lately. So many words. Too many wrong words. Words that divide. Words that hurt. Words that maim. About five years ago—when … Continue reading Photo Poem | Cry Wild
When I shared nayyirah waheed’s poem “ism” on the blog a couple of months ago, I knew I would eventually pair it with a photo. I didn’t know which photo until one day–for a different project–I asked the two students featured to pose for a picture and “act like sisters.” They nailed it with the … Continue reading NPM | PhotoArt Inspiration | Revolution
In honor of World Poetry Day (yesterday), the first day of spring (two days ago), and Black Women’s Appreciation Day (March 1), I am sharing a surrealistic floral postcard and three short poems. I intended to write a post for each special day, but…life. Here you are, Black and Woman and in love with yourself. … Continue reading Blooms, Love, and Revolution
Sadly, we’ve reached the end of National Poetry Month. There are so many poets, so many beautiful words I wish I could share, but only 30 days in April. Wait. That’s a good thing. This month was crazy–all the end of the semester madness amplified by Zoom teaching, learning, meeting, and sheltering-in-place. Thankfully, I was … Continue reading “there is prayer in poem”
weather is the earth’s emotions. she is obviously enraged. –sentient | salt | nayyirah waheed It’s the first day of autumn, but with a high temperature of 91°F here in Northern Alabama, one would think it’s midsummer. We have failed Mother Earth and I think she is angry. Let’s pray our leaders do the right … Continue reading Weather.
can we speak in flowers. it will be much easier for me to understand. –other language ——————————————————– flower work is not easy. remaining soft in the fire takes time. nayyirah waheed, poems from salt. About the image: The pansies above were captured last spring during one of my photo walks. I gave the “flowers” (poems … Continue reading Can We Speak in Flowers? | #WordlessWednesday
black women breathe flowers, too. just because we are taught to grow them in the lining of our quiet (our grandmothers secret). does not mean we do not swelter with wild tenderness. we soft swim. we petal. we scent limbs. love. we just have been too long a garden for sharp and deadly teeth. so … Continue reading “Black Women Breathe Flowers Too”
there is peaceful. there is wild. i am both at the same time. nayyirah waheed, “sum,” salt Today’s sunflower comes from my photographer friend Diane–midteacher on swap-bot. She continually inspires me with her beautifully crafted photos. For “Sunflower Field in Autumn” Diane tried a creation process she had just discovered. For this project she: “gessoed” watercolor paper … Continue reading Sunflower Field in Autumn
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