Thursday, May 15, 2014

America Murdered

I know I've been MIA here for quite a while. Actually, the writer has been MIA period. I feel a twinge now and then, but nothing serious until a few weeks ago when I was truly inspired.

I have the honor of facilitating writing workshops with some phenomenal people in Chicago - the Writers of the Journal of Ordinary Thought (JOT). We just finished a partnership with Chicago Public Library's One Book One Chicago based on their 2013-14 selection "The Warmth of Other Suns: The Epic Story of America's Great Migration" by Isabel Wilkerson. If you haven't read this, you should. It's not only educational, which is very important any time, but particularly, in these times, it's also entertaining.

In my two workshops, we created word-wheels from the word "migration" as a prompt exercise, then I created wordles from the word-wheels. Another exercise was to then pull words and phrases from these word-wheels to create a piece of work. This is where the inspiration came in for me. Below is what I gleamed from their thoughts and words. Stay tuned for their complete works in the next issue of JOT.

America Murdered

This pen writes words from anothers’ life,
from a home-story about a group dream.
Where women left the comfort of a mother-corner,
the sharing of recipes and food,
child-rearing, and white-one fearing.
Left to where black thought behind black eyes
wasn’t a crime, to where blacks could age
without being white-owned, somehow.

The group dream became one of father-building
window-children, peering and peeking.
And, when mother called, they found America murdered,
when all they ever really wanted was a just home. 

Monday, September 9, 2013

Showers and Flowers

Front porch or back porch,
         after a shower,
it's not the fault of bees
         that you smell like a flower.

Where the Hell Have I Been?

Since this blog is primarily my fiction and poetry, see here if you really care to find out just where the hell I've been for the past 7 months. 

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Lazy Little Bitch

Trifecta Week Sixty:
Idle: 3: a: shiftless, lazy
           b: having no evident lawful means of support

I was a bit intimidated by this prompt. I don't know why. Possibly is was because I was so energetically creative that I was afraid of "idle" being anywhere in the atmosphere. Ah, the best laid plans...

The pajamas remain, daytime TV tuned in
Chips and soda, brownies and cigarettes
Animals curled ‘round about in solidarity
Sunlight glares through crystallized windows
Vitamin D blossoms useless yet welcome
The joyful execution of unexpected inspiration
Satiated to overflowing and now requires rest
Senses to settle and gather to burst forth again
Creatively drained, artistically hung-over

Or, viewed from outside, shiftless idleness
Yes, that’s one lazy little bitch

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Love Eludes me

Again, inspired by Jem's poetry at A Poem A Day - "Good Morning Love"

Love poetry eludes me
As does the thing itself
Yet, as with feathered hope
Still, it serenades quietly

Majestic Silence

Inspired by my friend Jem's "A Winter's Night," this is a an image prompt. I saw this image somewhere on Facebook, and it took my breath away. 

Pure majestic license
Commanding silence

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Life Is In the Embers

The Trifecta weekend challenge is 33 words for (of) "a new beginning." This is a recycled piece for the prompt.

"Gleaming Embers' by Hameed

This day is done
A thin pink vein
On the horizon

It descends behind
Treetops devour
Images in a mind

Flames lick the timber
Moments’ ashes remain
Life begins again in the ember