there are ways of being alive that look nothing like the somatic supposition opposite death. To be dead is something else altogether.
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A Conversation With Monica Hand (2012)
"Don’t misunderstand me. I believe in the power of poetry to heal and change but sometimes I am so tired of the atrocities in the world. One book of poems is just not enough. How do we make the blues go away. I want to write poems that incite, inspire a better world."
50 Books I’ve Loved (in no particular order)
1. Browngirl, Brownstones – Paule Marshall 2. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn – Betty Smith 3. Segu – Maryse Conde 4. The Secret of Gumbo Grove – Eleanora Tate 5. No Easy Place To Be – Steven Corbin 6. Long Distance Life – Marita Golden 7. Sweet Whispers Brother Rush – Virginia Hamilton 8. Assata [...]
My Vivid Imagination Paints You, Instead, Grey
Why, yes, another poem! **curtsies** This is from a chapbook-on-hard-drive known as Invitations Not To Be Denied. I'll show it to y'all one of these days, but for now... MY VIVID IMAGINATION PAINTS YOU, INSTEAD, GREY Your breath in the morning—sour milk like a baby we knew would never happen but dreamt library cards and [...]
I have the opportunity to travel to Denver, NYC, L.A. and Paris in the next two (2!) months to present my creative work and I couldn't be more excited or anxious--like anxiety anxious but in a good way-- and of course humbled. I can't go to all the conferences not only because three of the [...]
Monthly Meter: November
Secret Shame: I don't feel like it.
Monthly Meter: October
chocolate chips chocolate chips all the chocolate chips every one of the chocolate chips
Monthly Meter: September 2015
Mantra of the Moment: "Some books are bound tightly for years for reasons. Some books are burned for their own good Love."
maybe something like but not really mythological--I probably can't judge for myself because I believe in myself (at least my existence) on most days...