Tag: poetry
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Keep the sounds of love for 2024!
This evening as we gathered together, I listened to sounds of those that hold us close. One was crying, my first son. He had just used his dad’s clippers to scrap hair off his head. His little brothers and older sister talked about getting him a toupe to cover his head as his dad tried…
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Keep your name and the peace it brings!
And the dreams of my father, those nurtured in a place where sands are red, spoke to me again, from the depths of our soul, through storms raging, through torrents pouring, saying even anger will never reach your soul, even if hot pebbles fall on your bare skin, even if the heavens force the skies…
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Keep knowing you belong here!
You belong here, as do the ocean, your children, your husband, your hopes, your hurdles, your dreams, your desires, the legs that walk this earth, the eyes that see these trees, you belong here, next to things that challenge you, next to moments we face our fears, next to one particular harbor, next to a…
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Keep moments by an ocean!
If by chance you see an ocean, I pray you ask it be good to you. We saw an ocean today and everything was good.
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Keep every restful opportunity by an ocean!
At the edge of the ocean, my soul remembered that time we rested. Now once again, we rest.
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Keep these beginnings!
These days I remember the way we begin. I also remember the way we die. When you have seen a life, seen it dissolve to the earth, then memories are like the air we breathe. Angie was her name. I say it in memory of her spirit, her voice, her love, her life. We are…
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Keep those who understand you!
About 2 years ago, I held a misunderstanding, with the one whose name is like mine. We didn’t speak for months, barely said hello or good bye. Then we met again, just as the sun turned around the earth, in a place where I once rested my head. We met to remember just how we…
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Keep the cycle of grant writers!
I’m always in a circle. Always beginning just when I thought I was finished. The function, the very true function of an artist is to dance to a different beat. So goes a grant writer. We write grants because we are always drumming a new tune differently. Grants invariable rebel against what is norm. If…
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Keep Nkolika, Nkemjika, Nkiruka, or a time for everything!
Something reminded me, something, that there is time for everything, and at the right time, even if time seemed like never ending dips, or whether once upon a time you stood at the edge of a cliff, and tipped over, everything will seem like ripples on a pond, and your eyes will see, your mind…
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Keep being a revolution or doing what Nikki Giovanni says!
Her words were power. I lived by them. The idea for example of living militant dreams of showing folks how things should be done is at the heart of why I write here every day. Part distraction, part invitation, all a reflection that my story will always be mine, always unfold in ways that are…
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Keep your growth rings!
Picture this, a woman strange, small, very small, and hidden as if keeping a secret all to herself. Except the secret is not a secret and her ways are small and strange. Every year they say a tree full of life, adds a growth ring to the wood in its trunk, because it has to…
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Keep being light!
If my work ever became a houseboy, allowing people to enter a party to which they had not been invited, I would stop. If I speak my mind eloquently, determined not to be distracted, yet discover that I only attract dust, I will stop. If what I do is not owned by whomever wanted to…
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Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 