Markers “…we know where the markers arefor where we buried the children…”From Day 46, 100 Days by Juliane Okot Bitek grief knows how to growreflects the truth slowly – howchild souls resurrect Today I went to Gertrude's Writing Room and there was no internet. Can you imagine? It immediately became a sacred space...even more, if… Continue reading Poem 50 – Markers
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Poem 49 – The Poet for Phillis Wheatley Peters
The PoetFor Phillis Wheatley Peters age sevenseized in Senegalsentenced to slaveryone tender body ina shipment of shame under a robe of dirty rugslender child nearly nakedsuffering the vived changein climate and freedom –shivers the ship captain in hasteher frailty no reason tostutter sells her tothe Bostonian Wheatly whites before dusting but after dishes –reading and… Continue reading Poem 49 – The Poet for Phillis Wheatley Peters
Poem 46 – Mary
Mary When she opens her eyesthe first thing she seesis Hope – how it leans at the foot of her bedholding up the cheek of dawn – directing lighton Mary’s heart She is tired Her bodya trunk heavy with theweight of being the changetoday there is much to doas there was yesterday asthere will be tomorrow Passion… Continue reading Poem 46 – Mary
VANESSA SHIELDS 