"... you just turned eleven i don't know what the years coming look like soon you enter a storm i see the rumblings on you black child in Los Angeles endangered species i would call all my people to stand n make a circle around you until you grown i would carry you if you behaved but all i can do is give you these words soft as the morning when no one else notice this is to tell you i see you..." from "Aye Nay," by Ruth Forman
I see you. How powerful are those words? I wish heard them growing up. I wish I knew my people made a circle around me. I wish I was given these words, “soft as the morning.”
There is a lot of fear and pain in the world today as well as this year, building upon previous centuries of it so it should be no surprise to us now. In thinking and feeling my way around what it means to be alive and principled during these times, I return to writing. And though I haven’t written many blog posts this year and few poems this week, I am working on a more long-term endeavor to dedicate time and resources to writing. As I envision the intertwining of writing and creativity in my future and feel uncertainty and excitement, I know for sure that writing (and therefore reading) has always helped me heal. Has always helped me see others. Has broken me apart to reveal our core. A core which is so shaken, so bruised. I hope we all stay in a place of softness in a time of such strident, common needs. I will share a few more poem excerpts that keep me tender and teary-eyed.
"Do you understand the song you've sent walking through my catacombs of marrow? Black parasol notes hum, dirge of the removed lung. I now know the promise of a body scooped hollow, tea lights in the the torso's cave. You've come inside from another country and I have so much to give." From "Beheaded Kingdom" (part iii.), by Saeed Jones
"...it is the sense that something that was alive for a very long time is still alive. Not yet beaten into submission or oblivion by those who kill everything they touch with money." from "Loving Oakland," by Alice Walker